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galamalion · 5 months

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┈ ✧.* 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ summary﹕you experience a shameful hangover after you night out at the baratie, then go get breakfast with your new friends. how could anything bad happen at breakfast?

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ pairing﹕one piece x fem!reader

┈ ✧.* chapters﹕[i] [ii] [iii] [iv]

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ w/c﹕3.1k

┈ ✧.* chapter ii﹕drunken memories

Your first night at the university was a rough one.

Upon waking up in your bed—and thankfully not the street—you immediately felt sick. You threw your blankets off and looked around the room, standing up to see Vivi and Nami still lying in bed, the latter looking rather worse for wear, tossing and turning with her blankets.

You threw open the door to the bathroom and sprinted inside, leaping across to hunch over the toilet to puke your guts up. Your stomach was never the strongest, and unfortunately neither was your alcohol tolerance. Speaking of, how much did you drink? You only got a small glass of wine to fit in with the Italian vibe, and you hadn’t even drank half of it! But—oh, that’s right, Nami was there.

A memory—or rather, memories— came flooding back in an instant, all of Nami ordering small little fruity drinks. She insisted you tried all of them, ‘just a sip!’ she said. Well, all those little sips clearly did a number on you.

“Damn you, Nami…” you grumbled, stumbling back to bed.

After exiting the bathroom, you picked up your phone from your desk, noticing it had been charging. Did someone do that for you as well? It would have struck you as kind if you hadn’t been hungover. All you could think about was your pounding headache and upset stomach.

Before inputting your password, you noticed you had a text from one ‘Mr. Prince,’ a name and number you hadn’t recognized.

| Mr. Prince: Hello Sleeping Beauty!! <;333 | Mr. Prince: I hope you slept alright, you got were pretty smashed after Baratie | Mr. Prince: but not in a bad way!! in a super cute tipsy kind of way!!!! | Mr. Prince: Also it’s Sanji!! I put my number in your phone so you wouldn’t be confused or anything!! | Mr. Prince: Luffy saw and also put his, and then Usopp wanted to put his, and then Zoro decided to put his…… | Mr. Prince: Anyways, just text me when you wake up Sleeping Beauty, just want to know that you’re safe!! <333 ^3^

Were you really the drunk one in this situation? You were pretty sure you hadn’t even spoken to him, only remembering his flirty attitude and writing him off as a playboy. But if the name in your phone was anything to go by, he seemed more like a Prince Charming-esque character.

| You: i’m ok | You: thanks :)

You hoped the smiley face would help you sound like less of a prick. It was hard to be friendly after years with no friends, and you were doing your best to adjust to the sudden change.

Before returning to bed you chugged a glass of water for your nausea and headache, praying the pain would go away after your short nap. Nami and Vivi would probably be awake by then too, giving you an even better reason to take this nap. And maybe your dreams would be more pleasant than your current state of consciousness. Nausea doesn’t follow you into sleep, right? Right?

“‘m not drunk…” you mumbled, staggering out of the restaurant with your new friends in tow.

“Come on, ____!” Luffy begged, trying to drag you down the sidewalk. “It’s time to go home!”

“No use arguing with a drunk, Luffy,” A voice chimed in, slowly getting closer to your location.

“This isn’t home~” you hiccuped, “‘is college!”

“Alright, let’s go…” the voice spoke, leaning down near you. “Arms around me, darling.”

You felt yourself being hoisted up, and despite your drunken flailing, your front fell firm against a solid back.

‘Smells good…’ you thought, laying your head on the warm structure before you.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart,” the voice whispered to you. “Just keep everything inside and we’ll have a wonderful conclusion to this wonderful night.”

“Yer’ warm…” you mumbled, snuggling your head into their neck.

For a moment you were able to focus, seeing the bright lights of downtown flicker all around the streets, as well as the blonde head of hair directly in front of you. It looked soft, like that Chinese cotton candy stuff you’d heard about. What was the name again? Would his hair taste like it? No, better not to try now…wait for later, when he’s not looking.

He? Oh, that’s right, Sanji’s blond. Or did he have red hair? You were having a difficult time remembering. But you did know he was a flirt, and not a good one. It wasn’t gonna work on you, even if his hair smelled delicious…

Thousands of thoughts raced through your mind, and their constant thrum slowly lulled you into sleep, head still resting on Sanji’s shoulder.

“Oh yeah, that happened,” you mumbled drowsily, half asleep.

The conclusion of your dream-memory had roused you awake, your muscles slightly achy after only an hour of sleep. You really were that drunk, and not the ‘cute tipsy kind’ like Sanji said. But college was supposed to be a learning experience, and last night you learned the valuable lesson of watching your liquor.

You hoped Sanji didn’t take your drunken rambles the wrong way. But you didn’t voice all of your thoughts, just that he was warm! He didn’t know that you thought he smelt good. Unless your sniffing was really loud…

Oh God, what if you were sniffing him really loudly? At that point he probably just thought you were weird. But he called you a cute drunk, right? That meant something! But then again, you hardly knew him. And yet you had his number!

Your obsessive pondering was interrupted by another text, and from Sanji no less. Was he going to confront you? He seemed so pleasant in his last texts, what more does he have to say?

'Just stay calm, stay cool, and stay casual,’ you breathed, ‘if you pretend like you don’t know, maybe he’ll pretend like he doesn’t know!’

| Mr. Prince: HI | Mr. Prince: GOOD MORNING | Mr. Prince: WANT 2 GET BRAKFAST?

‘What the fuck?’ you thought, quickly typing a response.

| You: breakfast? | You: also why are you typing in caps lol | Mr. Prince: IT LUFFY STOL SANJI PHONE RUNNING

‘Well that explains it,’ you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

| You: didn’t you also put your number in my phone?

A moment passed without a text back, leaving you anxious for Luffy’s safety. Sanji wouldn’t hurt him too bad, would he? You soon got your answer through another text.

The picture in question was of Luffy holding a much smaller, cheerful boy who looked to be about 13, but if Luffy just met him, he had to be a college student. Unless Luffy kidnapped a local child, which you wouldn’t put past him. Luffy looked worse for wear despite his classic grin, having a large bump on his head and a very angry Sanji behind him, mid scream.

You giggled at the image and got out of bed, preparing to wake Nami and Vivi up. But after standing up, you noticed that both of them were gone. Did they leave without you? How long were you asleep for? It was just a small nap, you woke up in the middle of the night, after all. They probably thought you were weird after that night out, saw you still asleep and snuck out without alerting you—

“Good morning, ____!” Vivi’s voice called out as the door swung open.

You jumped backwards at the sudden intrusion, subsequently tripping over your feet and falling flat on your butt.

“Oh my gosh,” Vivi rushed over to you, “I’m so sorry, I thought you’d still be in bed! If I had known I would have—”

“What’s done is done, Vi,” Nami stepped into the room, “one apology is more than enough…”

You glanced up at Nami, noticing her familiarly sour expression.

“Hungover?” you asked.

“Hungover,” she sighed, fumbling over to her closet to change.

“I made some tea for Nami to help her,” Vivi offered, picking up the small pot of hot tea. “If you would like a cup, I can pour you a cup!”

“Thanks, Vivi��” you smiled, accepting the fresh cup from her. It tasted sweet, with just a slight tingle of mint within the brew. Even if it didn’t cure your headache, at least it tasted good.

“Hey,” you stood up from your spot on the floor. “Luffy texted me and asked if we wanted to get breakfast with the guys again. Are you guys cool with that?”

Nami immediately sprung up as if she wasn’t hungover two seconds ago.

“Sure! Anything to get to his brother!”

“How about you, Vivi?” you asked.

“I would love to,” she replied gracefully.

With that matter settled, the three of you prepared for the day and left together towards the dining hall.

The three of you entered the dining hall, grabbing breakfast and reconvening at one of the numerous tables. You didn’t see Luffy and company when you walked in, and you didn’t see them after sitting down either. Maybe they were at one of the outer tables?

| You: u here luf? Delivered 9:34 | You: earth to luffy? Delivered 9:39

Memories of Luffy’s carefree nature danced in your head, and with that in mind you decided to text a different member of the party. One with more sense. The question, however, was who?

Despite your pleasant conversation with Zoro, you felt like he might leave you on read, and not because of his stoic attitude, no. He gave you an archaic vibe, like your grandparents asking you for help sending a text. So he was off the list.

Usopp was your best bet, but after careful consideration you decided against it. You hadn’t had a conversation with him, and despite his seemingly more mature attitude—at least compared to Luffy—he gave you a cowardly vibe.

And that left Sanji. The most sensible? Maybe, maybe not. But, you were nervous to text him. The texts he sent you made you feel tiny butterflies in your stomach. It wasn’t his flirting that caused that tickling, it was the care he put into contacting you. He didn’t have to text you, but he chose to.

You felt stupid, like the kind of childish stupid where you have a crush on the kid who lets you borrow their pencil. But you were older, more mature. You knew not to read into every little message and movement of a person. So you could text Sanji, easy peasy!

| You: hey sanji, u guys at the dining hall? Read 9:39 | Mr. Prince: I’m sosososo sorry my Princess!!! | Mr. Prince: We let moss head lead us to the dining hall and we got lost ;o; | Mr. Prince: Lesson learned!! heading over asap!!! ^3^

“Alright, looks like they’re on their way,” you sighed, looking up to your friends.

“Are you kidding me? They’re the ones who wanted to meet!” Nami grumbled, “what gives?”

“According to Sanji, they let Zoro lead them here, but then they got lost.”

“What the hell? Their dorms are, like, fifty feet away? How the hell do you get lost?” Nami scowled.

“I believe that’s a question for Zoro,” you replied, taking a bite of your toast.

Ten minutes later and your rag-tag crew of misfits barrelled into the dining hall, almost knocking over a dozen students on their way in.

“____!” Luffy called out, heading spinning around as he searched for the three of you.

“Over here,” you yelled, raising your hand up.

You should have realized the consequences of your actions sooner, as Luffy hurled himself at the three of you at full force. There weren’t many options to ensure safety, besides cover your heads or duck under the table, which you and Vivi immediately did.

Nami, on the other hand, stood up and pulled her fist back. Luffy was going too fast to avoid her punch, and knowing how powerful Nami could get when she was angry, there was no way he’d be able to tank it without injury.

It passed by in slow motion, you and Vivi peeking up to see the collision, Usopp yelling in fear, Zoro and Sanji running to try and stop their friend, and the remaining student population watching in horror.

And just like that, it was over. Luffy laid on the ground, utterly defeated by Nami’s strength. A small bump arose on his head, slowly growing in height.

“Jeez, Nami,” you coughed, “nice…shot?”

“Thanks!” she giggled, flexing her surprisingly muscular arm. “I like to keep people on their toes. If you two ever need a strong-arm, just call me, ‘kay?”

“A-alright,” you stuttered.

Why did you stutter? You weren’t scared of Nami, were you? No, this wasn’t fear, it was more like awe. But not the kind you feel when you see someone do a card trick. More like when—oh, dear. The butterflies were back, fluttering around in your stomach, bouncing off the walls of your intestines, scattering through your body and hitting all of your nerves—

“Luffy!” Usopp and a boy—Chopper, if you remembered correctly— screamed, rushing over to cradle the body of their companion.

“You killed him!” Usopp declared, pointing an accusatory finger at Nami.

“Actually, he’s alive,” Chopper chimed in, “he’s just sleeping.”

“He’s what?” Nami and Usopp deadpanned.

Luffy shot up like a zombie rising from the grave, earning a shriek from Usopp. He stretched his arms above his head, letting out a long yawn.

“Oh boy, what happened?” Luffy asked, looked around at the crowd of spectators before he landed on you. “Hey, ____!”

You gave him a small wave, trying to keep your horrified expression hidden behind an apprehensive smile. Before you could get a word out, however, Luffy was quickly sent back into the ground by a punch from Sanji and Zoro.

“You idiot,” Zoro growled, “way to cause a commotion.”

“You scared my lovely ladies!” Sanji hissed, turning to flash a reassuring smile at you three. “I hope you’re alright, my Princess!”

“I just wanted to say hi to ____…” Luffy croaked, eyes falling shut.

“Oh my God, he’s dead!” Usopp wailed.

“Nope,” Chopper reassured, checking Luffy’s pulse. “He’s just asleep again.”

“Again!?” Zoro and Sanji yelled, staring shocked at their sleeping friend.

Vivi slowly uncovered her head, looking at Luffy, “Maybe we should stop hitting him…?” she offered.

The two men huffed, stuffing their hands in their pockets.

“Perfect,” she sighed, doing her best to smile. She turned towards Chopper, who was doing his best to tend to Luffy’s injuries. “And what is your name?”

Chopper looked up, startled before stuttering, “C-Chopper, miss! I’m a medical student who is staying on the same floor as Luffy!”

“A medical student?” Nami asked, “but you’re…”

“I know, I know,” Chopper sheepishly grinned, “I was able to skip a couple grades when I was younger, so…”

“Wow, you must be smart,” you blurted, peeking from under the table.

“N-not really!” Chopper reassured, “I just know a lot of medical stuff! I had a teacher when I was younger…”

“Meat…” Luffy muttered, drooling in his sleep.

Zoro sighed, “Well, you heard the man, let’s get some grub.”

“He didn’t mean you, idiot,” Sanji argued.

“The hell?” Zoro barked, turning to face Sanji.

“Now now,” Usopp interjected, separating the two men and walking off with them, “I think there was wisdom in Luffy’s words…”

The three of you—not including a sleeping Luffy and attending Chopper—sat back down, saying nothing for a minute as you all processed the events that occurred.

“Well,” Vivi finally said, breaking the silence, “I’m grateful that our friends are quite energetic! Back in Alabasta, I would have been escorted to a bunker if this happened!”

“I’m glad you got something out of it, girl,” Nami groaned, eating a tangerine slice.

“I kinda get Vivi,” you replied, finishing off your slice of toast. “It’s an exciting change of pace compared to my life before.”

“Alright, I get it,” Nami mumbled, “maybe you two have a point…”

Suddenly, Luffy arose from his slumber, awaking with a cry.

“Meat!” he howled, rushing to the lunch line.

The four of you watched helplessly as Luffy ran over the entire line of students, piling his plate full of meat, so much so that there wasn’t room for anything else, much less more meat.

“Do you think every meal will be like this…?” Chopper whispered, horrified by the display of gluttony before him.

You stared at your table, seeing Vivi’s intrigue and Nami’s curiosity. Then you turned to watch Zoro and Sanji argue, a moment away from turning into a full on fist fight. Finally you looked at Luffy again, seeing the joy in his eyes as he not-so-carefully maneuvered his giant pile of food.

“I can’t say for sure,” you sighed, a smile gracing your face, “but I’m hoping they’ll be similar to this.”

“Look!” Luffy shouted, slamming his plate onto the table. “They let me have all of this! Isn’t this place great?”

“I doubt they let you, Luffy,” Sanji said, approaching the table with Zoro. “More like they were powerless to stop you.”

“Shishishi!” Luffy chuckled before diving into his mountain of meat.

Before long the dining hall’s aura returned to normal as students resumed eating, only glancing at your table occasionally.

‘Probably to make sure they’re at a safe distance,’ you thought, finishing your food.

But after a while the chatter once again died down, only a whisper being passed along tables as an odd air filled the hall.

“Well,” Nami huffed, “you five took so long that we’re all done with our food, so you better hurry!”

“Go get more, then,” Zoro retorted, earning him a bump on the head.

“That’s a good idea!” Luffy cheered, “let’s all go get more food after—”

A small black blur zipped across the dining hall, barely scraping by the top of Luffy’s head and bisecting his plate of meat. You all turned towards the source, shocked at the blatant murder attempt, with hundreds of witnesses no less. But Luffy was furious, standing up and turning towards the culprit.

“What’s the big idea!” he yelled, clenching his fists.

“Oh, come on now, Luf! That’s no way to greet somebody!” a voice called out, stepping through the crowd of students, wearing the most ostentatious outfit you’d seen during your time here and carrying a hockey stick, clearly his weapon of choice.

You watched as Luffy’s fists unclenched and his expression changed to one of brief confusion, quickly morphing to one of insurmountable joy.

“Ace!” he cried out, sprinting away from the table.

“Ace?” Chopper questioned.

“The hockey player?” Sanji gaped.

“The brother?” Vivi asked.

Ace grinned, tucking the hockey stick behind his shoulders.

“The one and only!”

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bas-writes · 1 year

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Apparently Oblivious

Character: Yamato Reader: gender neutral Word Count: 1037 CW: fluff, oblivious Yamato, first kiss, post top surgery Yamato, reader is being very obviously horny for Yams but the text is wholly sfw A/N: raffle prize for @mysticaltigersorceress who asked for some oblivious himbo Yamato in front of some flirting :3 I hope the murder is successful :3

For a loud ball of enthusiastic chaos he’s so predictable it hurts. He’s sitting exactly in the same place as yesterday, and the day before, and even before, ever since he arrived on your island. As if he made this udon stall his home, he keeps returning around lunchtime, squeezing his huge body by the counter and cradling the bowl in his enormous hand. The bowl you’re barely able to hold with both hands.

The sight always has you weak in knees: he’s so big in every aspect of his body and personality, jarring and warm like the sun. Claiming to be a samurai of a legendary land of Wano, he looks like none you heard about them, resembling more a half-feral friendly spirit. Or a giant puppy, with this wild maze of white and blue hair. His body is full of scars, from wrists to two horizontal cuts across his wide chest, but his moves around you are gentle as if you were a noble, not a random person who keeps him company during lunch. You haven’t tested that—yet—but you bet he could fit your middle between hands and carry you around like a doll. Or sit you on one of his thick thighs so you could bury your face right between his pecs.

And sometimes, when he smiles exceptionally wide, you can’t help but wonder how it would feel to graze his fang-looking canines with your tongue.

Even his name is attractive. Yamato. You like the way it sounds and tastes.

You’ve sworn to yourself that you would have this man yours at least once before he leaves the island.

“The usual?” Stall owner greets you and already reaches for the noodles. You nod and squeeze yourself by Yamato’s side, not without a little, subtle brush of hand against his knee.

A polite man he is, he hunches to the other side. Of course.

“Y/N!” You like the way he speaks your name too, with that adorable vibrato of foreign accent and untamable enthusiasm. “Hi! How have you been? How is your day going?”

“Good.” And it would be even better if you finally made the puzzles in his head click. “And yours? What did you explore this time?”

“The ruins in the north.” He stuffs his mouth with noodles, his cheeks full much like a hamster's. Despite his fingers being enormously huge, he uses chopsticks with smooth precision. You would stare at his hands only for this reason if your attention wasn’t already swallowed by their sheer size.

“Hey, doesn’t it take, like, a whole day just to get there?”

“Not for me. I’m fast!”

Oh, you have no doubt in it. Those muscled legs must turn him into a god of wind whenever he moves, even if he carries that gigantic club everywhere with himself. You saw him once swinging it around, so easily as if it was a little twig.

The weight of your body would mean nothing for him. Just a thought of it makes you shiver a little.

“You’ve dozed off.” Yamato waves hand in front of your face. Hand much bigger than your face, currently heating up.

“Oh, sorry, maybe I don’t really feel that good,” you feign, leaning against him. This time he doesn’t dodge, quite contrary: lets you press close exactly where you aim. His bicep feels sooo good against your cheek, so soft and ready to flex.

Stall owner rolls his eyes, places your udon in front of you, and retreats to the back.

“Shit, should I call a doctor?” Yamato frowns, his gaze heavy and concerned. He leans over you and presses forehead against yours. Your heart skips a whole starved beat as you fight the urge to grab his horns. “You don’t have a fever. Good.”

“I don’t? But I feel like burning…” You fan yourself with a shirt, trying to angle yourself with his gaze. But his eyes do not wander down, towards the naked skin of your chest. Of course, he’s a good boy.

“Maybe it’s because of broth— Ah, no, you haven’t even started your udon.”

If you weren’t in public, you would jump onto his lap out of frustration.

“I will once it chills down enough. Maybe you will try for me—”

Before you can reach for your chopsticks, Yamato snatches some noodles with his own. So much for the sneaky plan of feeding him…

“Hot!” He hisses, adorably sticking the tip of his tongue out. Fanning himself with a hand, he looks around, frantically, for water or ice, anything—

Now or never.

One hand grabbing his shirt, you pull him close and dart your own tongue out. You brush it against his, putting all the yearning, willpower, and skill into shamelessly teasing him. It’s fast, short, and far from what could be called a kiss. But his face is tomato-red by the time you pull away.

“Here—” you smirk and hope for the best— “I kissed you better.”

Yamato’s eyes are wide open, as if on the verge of popping out, and his tongue still hangs out. Hands he reflexively put on your shoulders twitch, at times squeezing you harder and stirring thoughts of less innocent caliber.

“H-hey…” He can barely choke out without pulling the tongue back in, his easy-going, smooth demeanor gone in seconds. “That was…nice.”

“Would you like me to kiss you again?” You pull on the string without hesitation. Your target finally pulled on the bait—and you’re not losing the time on the game of blind cat and confused mouse.

He blinks. Comically slowly. And finally hides his tongue.

“R-right in front of—” His eyes shoot on side, right at the stall owner, who just waves off and bolts between boxes at the back, promising he can’t see anything and never could, of course. “Oh. Okay. Alright then?”

Ready to pull him in again you gasp in surprise when it’s him who makes the move: fast, smooth, and confident. Yamato’s big, warm hand—so close to your fantasies, yet so different—envelops your head with ease as he guides you in for the promised kiss.

And then he proves to you that his adorable innocence is the first of many false assumptions you’ve made about him.

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smokersbaby · 6 months

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Kink of the day: anal plug Character: Yamato Reader: gender neutral Tw: rimming, use of sex toys You can find the "Kinktober Masterlist 2023" here!

"Are you sure you want to try, love?" Yamato whispers in your ear, his voice being tender more than suggestive as he tries to get you at ease with a new thing you wanted to try for a long time. You nodded looking at the metal toy your partner was holding in his hand, its shape and dimension frightening you a little but you knew well it was more of a mental block and that the plug size was perfect for someone who has never tried one.

Since you and Yamato were accustomed to doing everything together (even watching porn) once you ended up in the category "toys" and as you saw a beautiful plug with a gem nestled in the back of it, your eyes began to shine with curiosity as you were eager to see and feel how it would have been to "wear" one of those.

After buying one at the sexy shop you couldn't wait any longer, but the nervousness was taking over you as the moment of truth came and you positioned yourself on all fours, your ass lifted and your head on the soft pillow in front of you, as Yamato tried to make your entrance relax with soothing words.

"It won't hurt, it's little and I'll go slow. But first I want to help you out…" you feel Yamato's breath on your right buttcheek as if he was getting closer to your tight entrance, you could feel his lips on it and then he kitten-lick it slowly to lube it. The way Yamato was practicing slow rimming on you made your nerves relax and your hole too, and soon the idea of trying a plug on didn't scare you that much anymore.

"Don't worry, I've got lube if necessary, but I think we can make it fit only with my saliva" he reassured you, as he switched his tongue with his index to apply some pressure on your butthole. You contracted your muscles involuntarily at the intrusion. "Relax babe…" he continued, his finger only preannouncing what was about to come.

The feeling of the metal object against your entrance was new for you, Yamato warmed it up with his hands before making contact with your skin. He spitted some saliva on your anus to lube it up a bit more and then he began to apply some pressure. Unexpectedly, the slow preparation Yamato did on you helped a lot, so you didn't feel the need to contract your muscles as you felt the plug sliding inside of you.

"That's good, we're halfway there" he whispered as your butt was taking the metal object in it, stretching delicately your hole inch by inch. It didn't hurt at all, but you felt the pressure growing as the plug's width became larger.

Then you felt it sliding in all in one last motion, a clear sign that the plug was all inside of you, its base decorating your butthole with a pretty red gem. You couldn't exactly describe how it felt, it was a new sensation and you were almost afraid to move from your position, but you felt your body way more sensitive to your partner's touch as Yamato kissed the curve of your back.

He admired your ass well displayed in front of him, his hands spreading your buttcheeks to admire how the plug's gem was adorning your butthole as if he was proud of his work.

"So beautiful… now let me play with that gorgeous body of yours"

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actuallysaiyan · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 12: Bondage(And if I say I want to set you free, don't you know you'll be in misery...)

warnings/kinks: bondage, power dynamics, reader is in ANBU, mentions of drugging, threesome, rough sex, oral sex(male receiving), smut, unprotected sex word count: 0.8k pairings: ANBU!Kakashi Hatake x ANBU!Fem!Reader x ANBU!Yamato teaser: “See, Tenzo,” the voice says in the darkness to someone else. “This is exactly how you deal with a little brat.” taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love. @witchofcustom. @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic @butterflieskeepcominback

You’ve been getting under his skin the entire week. Kakashi has just about had it with you. You’ve been nothing but a relentless brat. With the missions and training, you really just made things even worse for your senpai. By the end of the week, he knew he would have to teach you a lesson. He had thoughts of all kinds of punishment but only one of them would truly suffice.

That Saturday night as you’re coming back from a mission, you head into your dorm for a shower. The ANBU dorms weren’t the best place to live but seeing as you had no family, this was the only thing you could really call a home.

After a long needed shower, you make your way back into your room to rest for the evening. You settle on your bed with your latest book and you begin to unwind. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to grow heavy and soon you’re falling asleep.

When you wake up, you feel stiff. You try to stretch but your arms and legs seem to almost be bound. You whine softly, your eyes feeling heavier than they should be. The room you’re in is so dark, but you see someone coming closer. They press a hand on your forehead and soothe back some of your hair.

“See, Tenzo,” the voice says in the darkness to someone else. “This is exactly how you deal with a little brat.”

Your heart skips a beat when you realize who is in this room with you. Tenzo, your teammate and there’s also your senpai, Kakashi. Kakashi has you bound to the bed and possibly even drugged. But it’s not like it’s unpleasant. Finally, you were getting the attention you so desperately wanted and craved.

“She’s wet, senpai.” Tenzo comments and you shudder when you feel his fingers brushing up against your panties. You let out a soft gasp as he presses even harder against you.

“That’s what little sluts like her enjoy. They want to be tied down and fucked until they can’t take it anymore.”

There was no denying that his words were true and they were affecting you quite a bit. You wanted to squeeze your thighs together for a little relief but you were too bound to even do that. You let out a soft whimper.

“Please, senpai…Tenzo, touch me…”

Kakashi chuckles darkly but he coaxes Tenzo to play with your pussy.Tenzo laughs nervously before pushing your panties aside and he begins to rub your folds softly. Kakashi seems smug as he comments on how badly you need this stimulation.

“That’s it, brat. Finally, you’re getting the attention you wanted so badly.”

He pushes Tenzo aside for a moment and Kakashi parts your thighs even more. He seems to be looking at your pussy to assess something but you aren’t quite sure. You whine and begin making a bit of a fuss when nobody is stimulating you.

“That’s it,” Kakashi says, and you hear him taking off his pants. “You’re asking for it.”

You barely have time to process before he’s shoving his cock deep inside of you. You cry out as the sensation of being stretched out almost past your limits hits you all at once. It’s so intense. Tears sting your eyes as he begins fucking you at a brutal pace.

“You were just begging for this, weren't you? Don’t cry now. You’re just getting what you want.”

You try to fight him off, your wrists burning as you do all you can to get out of the bonds that hold you to the bed. A soft cry falls from your lips as his cock begins hitting your sweet spot. From the corner of your eye, you can barely make out Tenzo getting undressed as well.

“Open up,” he says as he taps the tip of his cock against your cheek. You look up at him and you can’t believe sweet Tenzo is joining in on this humiliating fun as well.

You’ve got nothing better to do than to comply with everything that’s going on. As soon as he slips his cock between your lips, it’s like he’s become frenzied. With him and Kakashi frantically fucking you like it’s their last chance to do so, you feel yourself becoming incredibly close to your peak.

“W-wait,” you say as Tenzo pulls out of your mouth to let you breathe.

“No way, brat. You’re going to take what’s coming to you!”

You squirm against the bindings, the rope burning against your tender flesh. This feeling coupled with the way the pair is fucking you so hard sends you right off the edge. You let out a loud cry as you feel your whole body shaking.

Slowly, you begin to come down from your high and you’re panting and catching your breath. Tenzo is next to cum as he strokes himself to completion all over your face. Kakashi spills himself deep inside you, leaving you feeling full and sticky.

As they begin to dress themselves and clean up, they decide to leave you on the bed. Tenzo questions Kakashi about this.

“She hasn’t learned her lesson yet. Leave her here for round two.”

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leakyweep · 3 months

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a glance to you, then away.

the party was roaring around them, banquet hall filled to the brim with bodies waiting to eat, drink, or dance in merriment.

but these glances were silent. yamato’s golden eyes said no words.

yet you knew exactly what he was saying. and you were listening. you told him so, with your own shining gaze.

once more, those orbs of golden flame flicked to you, widening ever so slightly, and slightly tipped his head to his room in the now broken skull dome. those feelings he had been keeping inside would be known behind that door. the tension had been too thick between you two, ever since he had tried to make his confession before being interrupted by kaido.

but for now, in the growing vibrancy of the table and everyone clinking cheers and dancing jigs, the silent language was enough for you and yamato. it spoke of a night promised, an evening shared between only you two.

and that was what moved your feet, what made you grab a drink, what made you enjoy yourself before you helped the land of wano repair itself after years of strife. the promise of spending the night with the one you wanted to call your beloved.

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firstdivisiongirl · 8 months

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Yo! I have a bit of an angsty request, albeit with a happy ending. The reader (gender neutral is fine) confessing their feelings to Yamato, only for them to be turned down by him. The thing is Yamato does return those feelings, but everyone who treated him well has ended up dead and he's too afraid of something happening to his beloved. Luckily, he ends up deciding to give their love a chance.

Hi there! Not going to lie. I loved this whole idea! But then I’d go to write it and I’d be like low quality anime two dots for eyes face and no thoughts. But I finally got it and I hope you like it!

(Yamato x GN! Reader) Is Death Worse Than Lying About Love?

“I’m sorry Y/N. I don’t feel the same.”

That was what Yamato said after you confessed your love for him. It wasn’t that he didn’t love you. In fact, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but there was one thing stopping him. Death. The one thing that took everything Yamato loved away. He wasn’t going to let you see that same fate, so he felt it was better for you to be heartbroken than dead.

***

It had been two weeks since you had seen Yamato. Usually, on clear, cool Wano nights like tonight, you and Yamato would be sitting under the starry sky, talking about what you wanted to do if you two ever left Wano. But for the past two weeks, you just sat out there, alone, crying. “Hi,” the familiar voice of your crush said from behind you, “I want to talk to you? Something has been eating me up.”

“What is it,” you asked, trying to sound like you hadn’t been crying for the past hour.

“I lied. To you.”

You stood up trying to get closer to eye level, but of course you weren’t at eye level. You raised an eyebrow, “About what?”

Yamato took a deep breath as he approached you, his form towering over yours. “Being without you got me thinking. Maybe lying to protect you was just as bad as losing you like everyone else. I really do love you Y/N. I have since the day we met, but I don’t want death to take you away or for you to get hurt.” His speech was interrupted by lips smashing against his. Your lips to be exact. It was slow and passionate. The reason it was slow was because you wanted him to know that even if death eventually came for you, it wasn’t going to be anytime soon.

Please do not copy, modify, translate, or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs or likes are highly appreciated!

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at1nys-blog · 1 year

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Worst timing

Pairing: Yamato x Mugiwara!reader

Summary: You are known to have the worst timing in your crew, you just don't know when is the right time is and on Onisganshima nothing is different.

A/N: light early Oniganishima spoilers; mention of reader being moody as Ulti

Masterlist

You loved chaos, creating havoc was something you were good at, but being with a captain such as yours it was an easy task actually. Part of the crew, read Nami and Usopp, really hated this nature of yours: always chasing danger; the others didn't care too much.

Seeing Kidd and his crew entering the Live Floor got your blood boiling, you decided to follow behind him, maybe trying to get in first.

"YN STOP HIM" your captain screamed from behind you which made Zoro scream at the two of you to stop being so reckless and reminded that you had a plan to follow. Whatever the swordman said next, didn't got processed by your ears, let alone your brain.

The inside of the Live Floor was filled with drunken warriors that sometimes will stop you for a drink or a flirt, you excused yourself saying you had to search for your party.

"Come on let's have some fun" a drunk man said, hanging his arm on your shoulders "you can find your friends later" you gave the man a creepy smile and then a sloppy punch, making him fall on the ground. You laughed maniacally jumping some steps behind. The man stood up confused and was about to ask the reason behind the punch.

"Oh I am terribly sorry, I thought you were one of those idiotic samurais" you laughed and the rest of the warriors followed you in a fist of laughter. "Please forgive me, now I really have to go" and with that you left the group and run to find your captain.

It didn't took long to do so, you just had to follow the chaos he was creating himself. It made you giggled. Seeing Luffy loosing his temper was such a blessing for your eyes, it was such an amazing moment to witness. Zoro was on your side some moments after, scrolling his head for the stupidity of his captain.

"They were throwing the soup at each other for fun" he said, voice so deep it made you shiver head to toes. Uh uh you thought, remembering your meeting with O-Toma and how happy she was to eat a simple, yet delicious, red been soup with rice.

At what the captain said Zoro too started to loose his temper, how could they do such a thing was behind reason for the three of you. The swordman smirked, this meant you were going to beat up some guys that came your ways and this was the best part of the day.

After a pair of punches and kicks threw here and there you decided it was time to leave and head for your target, it was no use to waste your energies and time for some small fishes like them.

"Where to captain?" you asked following Luffy just a little behind him, he knew where to go better than you or Zoro. The teen pirate just pointed somewhere above your heads, but of course the enemies knew better than stopping you.

While on your way, the trip got cut due to a pair or people falling from the floor above, both of them had a mask covering half their faces. Luffy being Luffy somehow managed to infuriate the girl which decided to give start to a battle between her and your captain; you on the other hand just laughed at the girl.

"You really thing you can handle him?" you said in between laughs, this behaviour of yours got under the boy's skin, he trasnformed himself into a weird looking animal, a dinosaur. You recall having saw some on Robin's history books.

Another useless fight started between the four of you: Luffy against the girl and you against Pa-tan?

"You surely have a weird name, dinosaur." you said, vortcing around his body. The animal-boy got even more angry. I stroke a nerve, you told yourself, so you kept on annoying him about his appareance and weird name.

It all happened in a second. You heard the girl screaming and your opponent's attention was on her in an instant and so yours. You looked around trying to find Luffy but he was nowhere to be found. When you saw the whole on the ground you suspected he was there and he was.

He emerged some minutes later, reading to pick the fight from where he left it but his opponent was going to give him a harsh attack if it wasn't for a new presence in the room, that saved your captain from a painful collide of heads.

"PA-TAN" cried the girl, the boy on her side in a second leaving you surprised and sad about not having anyone to beat up. "YAMATO YOU ARE DEAD" she said punching Pa-Tan stomach, you laughed. You surely were bipolar but she was worst than you.

The new presence put both of your enemies down with such ease you wondered who they were but you couldn't ask anything since they were trying to have a conversation with Luffy.

Not wanting to get killed by the dinousar siblings, you decided to call them that, you were following Yamato, that was the name he introduced himself to Luffy, and your captain away from your enemies.

"AND WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING US?" he asked looking behind at you

"Becuase I am with him" you said pointing at Luffy

"You could have saved me, Yamao LET ME GO I HAVE TO BE SOMEWHERE"

"NOT BEFORE I TALKED TO YOU"

You wanted to scream at them to stop yelling at each other but everytime you tried they started bickering until Luffy finally gave in.

"great, but not here. People can hear us" and this is how you ended up on the attic of the castle.

Yamato presneted himself once again, esording with the fact that Kaido is his father; Luffy wanted to leave already, then he mentioned Ace and how he wished so much to go out at sea with him but couldn't not when his father imprisoned him on Wano installing him the fear that he would have died if he left the cuntry; then at the end he showed himself. Taking off the mask and the sleeves of his shirt you were meet with... A woman?

"You said you were Kaido's son?!" Luffy was confused. Did he heard wrong? "You are not a man"

You were astonished, in a good way that is. You never saw such beauty before.

"Oh my god you are soooooo handsome. Are you single?"

"Y/N this is not the time" said Luffy desparate about your attitude. "we have to kill Kaido" he remembered you.

"And let me out of those" Yamato said.

"I know, I know. So, are you single or not?" He didn't answer you, instead asked Luffy if he was able to let him free. The pirate nodded. "I guess I have to wait. Well, one more reason to not die in this battle then."

And with that Luffy freeded(?) Yamto from his cuffss they exploded sending the three of you flying back on the Live Floor.

"Not a good start to my promise." you rolled your eyes.

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theogonies · 1 year

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All Yours

prompt | yamato x f!reader + snow day

summary | yamato shows you a slice of life outside the walls of the flower capital.

word count | 2k

content warnings | reader is implied to be a geisha in orochi's court, some slightly suggestive conversation but nothing explicit

winter holiday event masterpost

You carry the note close to your chest all morning.

A thin slip of parchment tucked beneath the neckline of your hikizuri: meet me in the gardens this afternoon? I’ll make it worth your time.

It bore no signature, but it’s not hard for you to know who the sender was. Yamato’s hand, so careful and delicate, an endearing contrast to his sometimes-brutish appearance and temperament. He’s written you letters before, during periods when the shogun kept you too busy to slip away; always extensively wordy, his written language so much more refined and florid than when he speaks.

And yet, this little note is so short that it’s almost curt–a small mystery that’s left your heart thrumming with anticipation from the moment you found it, slipped beneath your door in the early hours of morning, to now.

The winter months always leave you hard at work, as the shogun buries himself in the warmth of sake and women. Yamato knows this, and you know that he would be understanding if you didn’t make it to your rendezvous. But as you can feel the paper, pressed warm against your bare skin as if it were Yamato’s own hand, you can hear the shogun’s lecherous laughter down the hall, and you know that whatever risks you may have to take to make it to the garden are worth it.

Thankfully, with the shogun already waist-deep in sake by noon, it isn’t difficult for you to excuse yourself under the pretense of fetching another bottle and slip away.

Your skirts trail through the snow as you pass down the twining paths of the garden, taking a bridge across the frozen creek to your usual meeting place: a bench beside the property’s walls, tucked safely out of view from the rest of the gardens. It’s surrounded by cherry trees, their branches now bare with winter but still enough to provide shelter from the snow.

Yamato is waiting for you there, hands fidgeting with a bundle of fabric on his lap.

“(Y/N)! You came!” he calls out as soon as he sees you.

Used to his unguarded enthusiasm and energy by now, you lift a finger to your lips, reminding him that you’re still supposed to be working, and he nods, flushing a little with embarrassment.

“Put these on,” he says, voice softening a bit as he holds the bundle out to you.

“What is it?” you ask as you inspect the fabric: quilted cotton, printed in a rippling pattern of pale blue and white.

Yamato’s fangs peek out from behind his lips when he smiles at you, his expression one of utter excitement. “You’ll be too cold, dressed like that.”

You hesitate, considering the potential repercussions of disappearing in the middle of the day like this, but Yamato’s enthusiasm is so irresistible, and you know that if worse came to worst, he could pull the strings to keep you safe.

“Don’t look,” you instruct him as you place yourself between him and the wall.

Obediently, Yamato fixes his gaze straight ahead, broad back shielding you from view of the rest of the garden as you unfold the bundle to find a shirt, trousers, and hanten. A less trained eye than yours would only see simple garments, made to withstand the cold and not much else, but you can tell by the weight of the fabric and the fine stitching that Yamato must have spent a fortune on these–possibly even had them made specially for you.

It’s not the cost that surprises you–he is Kaido’s son, after all, he could likely buy you a whole new wardrobe if you asked–as it is the care evident in the fact that he put so much thought into something as simple as keeping you warm.

Once you’ve changed, folded your court clothes, and stashed them safely in an alcove on the wall, you wrap your arms around Yamato’s neck, snuggling up to his warm body.

“Ready?” he asks, nervous energy clearly apparent in his voice.

“Ready,” you nod.

You keep your arms wrapped tightly around him as you feel his weight begin to shift beneath you, shoulders and back expanding as white fur sprouts from his arms and the nape of his neck to tickle your nose. While it’s not the first time you’ve seen his Zoan form, you’re still unsure whether you’re ever going to get used to the feeling of his muscles shifting and contorting until all that you can recognize is his eyes: beyond his innocent demeanor, they're so wise beyond their years, and so headstrong.

He waits for you to securely wrap your legs around his waist before he gathers his weight on his back haunches and leaps, clearing the wall in one easy stride. And then you’re bounding down the path that leads from the palace, through the streets of the Flower Capital, the whole world flying past you with a kind of confidence and ease that you can’t help but envy.

When he finally stops moving, far from the city, you find yourselves in a snowy grove hemmed by cypress trees and dusted in powdered white snow. Across the clearing is a small wood cottage, soft light flickering behind the paper windows.

Yamato waits for you to slip from his back before he returns to his human form, unbothered by the way you stare as he stretches and rolls his shoulders like he’s settling back into his human skin.

“What do you think?” he asks, tipping his head to the side curiously.

“It’s beautiful,” you answer, not bothering to hide the awe in your voice.

It’s like he knew exactly what you needed: picturesque and wild, nothing like the neatly trimmed gardens of the shogun’s palace. And even better, completely closed off from the rest of the world, like it was made just for the two of you.

“Come on,” he says, waving to you over his shoulder as he turns toward the cottage. “I want to show you something.”

You’re not entirely listening, though; he’s already set your mind wandering back to the days before you became a kamuro, when dignity and elegance were the last things on your mind. Memories of your childhood, playing with your friends in forests not unlike this one, and Yamato’s back turned to you as he walks away give you an idea.

Before you’re entirely sure what you’re doing or why, you’ve begun rolling a small ball of snow between your hands, pressing it together until it holds.

And then it’s sailing through the air until it lands in the middle of Yamato’s back with a satisfying smack.

For a moment, he just stops moving and stands completely still, leaving you worried that you’ve somehow offended him even though that seems near-impossible. But then you see him bend over, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

In one movement so fluid that it doesn’t leave you time to react, he swoops low, pivoting on one foot as he gathers a ball of snow in his own hands and slings it in your direction. The snowball bursts against your shoulder in a puff of white.

“Revenge!” Yamato crows, raising his fists to the sky as he grins at you.

“You know what they say about an eye for an eye, right?” you giggle, dodging to the side as you duck down to roll another snowball and toss it at Yamato.

The moment the words leave your mouth, it’s all out war. For once, your smaller frame gives you the advantage; while he may have better aim than you thanks to all his time spent training, his broad frame and towering height mean that Yamato is practically a walking target. Still, he manages to land a couple good hits of his own until you’re both panting, the fronts of your hanten flecked with snow.

“Are you ready to surrender yet?” you say, placing your hands on your hips and smugly puffing out your chest.

“Never!” Yamato proclaims, rolling a fresh snowball between his palms in preparation for the end of your ceasefire.

Knowing Yamato well enough to know that he’d never give up so easily, you’ve got another trick up your sleeve. Before he can react, you’re barreling forward, leaping toward him as soon as you’re close enough to tackle him.

Yamato playfully stumbles back, clasping a hand to his chest as if he’s been stabbed, and collapses back onto a snowbank, your legs straddling his waist.

You lean in close to Yamato’s ear, relishing how easily he flushes as you whisper, “what about now?”

His voice has gone uncharacteristically shy when he concedes, “I’m all yours.”

“And how should I use my spoils of war?” you ask, leaning forward to rest your head on your arms, folded over his chest.

Yamato blinks and glances away as he thinks, cheeks flaring even brighter against the white snow. “However you’d have me.”

Ever since you first met Yamato, you’ve been charmed by how delicately he tries to treat you, even when it’s so clear that he’s naturally much more physical and uninhibited. It was a welcome reprieve from men like the shogun, with their entitlement and possessiveness. But sometimes, you wish that Yamato was more willing to take what he wanted from you.

So you take what you want instead: a kiss.

His lips part so easily for you, as if he’d been waiting for this moment since you first met. Then again, you muse, perhaps he has. The soft groan he releases when you place your hand on his chin, tug of his fingers running through your once-carefully arranged hair as it tumbles around your shoulders, the fervor of his gentle nips at your lower lip; all charged with the hunger of a starving man.

Unfortunately, even with Yamato’s warm body as a barrier between yourself and the snowy earth, it’s too cold for the two of you to stay that way forever. Eventually, you have to pull back, running your hand along Yamato’s jaw as you ask, “you wanted to show me inside?”

He has to take a moment to collect himself, lucidity returning to his eyes, before he nods wordlessly. As he stands, he scoops you up in one arm as if you weigh nothing and carries you through the snow, past the sliding doors of the cottage, to find a small room, cushioned with pillows and blankets and warmed by a fire in the hearth.

“Whose–” you begin to say, but Yamato cuts you off.

“I had it built.” Then, shyly avoiding your gaze, “for you. If you ever need–a break. To get away.”

“It’s–” Your voice cracks, forcing you to take a brief pause before you’re able to finish the thought. “Yamato, this is too much.”

“It’s nothing,” he shakes his head obstinately. “If I must live with my father’s wealth, I may as well use it for the ones I care about.”

And it’s true, Yamato has been generous with his wealth for as long as you’ve known him–not just with you, either, but with all the people of Wano, whenever he’s able. So you pause, biting back further protests, before pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek.

“Thank you. It’s perfect.”

“It’s nothing,” he repeats, cheeks reddening as he carefully sets you on the ground. “You must be cold.”

Eventually, you find yourselves nestled before the fire, dressed in fresh, dry clothes and mugs of tea cupped between your hands.

“Someday I’ll liberate this land from my father,” Yamato promises, absentmindedly curling your unbound hair around one of his fingers. “And then we’ll both be free.”

“What then?” you ask, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll take you there,” Yamato answers, the simplicity of his promise and the sincerity of his tone yet another reminder of why you’ve chosen him, why you’d choose him again and again if given the chance.

You think for a little while, watching the steam rise from your teacups.

“I want to see the world outside Wano. Want to travel by your side. That’s enough to make me happy.”

He presses an affectionate kiss to your temple. “Then that’s what we’ll do. I’m all yours.”

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lemony-snickers · 1 year

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Tenzo×gn!reader for #17 first kiss please!

Tenzo wiped his palms on his thighs, hoping the nervous sweat from them wouldn't leave too obvious a mark on his uniform pants. He knew he shouldn't be so nervous, but it was impossible to tamp down the unfettered excitement bubbling up in his chest.

He'd waited for today for a long time.

"Tenzo?"

He spun around so fast he almost tipped over. Had he really been so preoccupied with his own thoughts he hadn't heard you coming?

He sputtered your name in a nervous, jumbled half-shout, grateful when your response was only a soft chuckle at his expense followed by, "Sorry I startled you."

One of his clammy hands went to the back of his neck, scratching his nape nervously. "It's fine," he said, "I was just a little lost in my thoughts."

Thoughts involving you, but he wasn't about to admit that.

You fell into step beside him easily, and Tenzo kept his hands clasped behind his back as he walked, all too aware of that same clammy perspiration on his palms, a result of his nerves. Wasps waged for dominance in his stomach and he was suddenly very grateful he hadn't invited you out to dinner tonight because he was sure whatever he tried to eat now was destined to make its way immediately back up his esophaugus.

You made smalltalk as the two of you wandered through the more densely populated parts of the village. All the while, Tenzo remained keenly aware of your proximity, the way your shoulder bumped his sometimes, your hand grazing his thigh as it swung at your side.

His anxiety spiked with each meaningless touch, the courage he had worked so hard to cultivate before seeing you dissipating in a frenzied swirl of emotion.

The two of you had gone on a couple of "dates," though he wasn't sure that was the exact right term. Tenzo didn't know whether taking walks around the village together counted as dating, exactly, and he was too embarrassed to ask anyone.

Of course, the two of you had eaten dinner together once at the shushu-ya, but that had mostly been accidental; a byproduct of the insisten rumbling of both your stomachs when you returned from a mission at the same time and found one another in the ANBU locker room.

"Would you like to grab something to eat?" you'd asked, "I'm starving."

He'd been all too eager to say yes, so excited to sit across from you and watch your face light up as you talked about your mission that he'd nearly forgotten to replace his happuri when he finished changing.

And the attraction he felt had only grown stronger since. Tenzo thought it seemed like you were seeking him out more often, though he couldn't be sure. He'd read somewhere once that coincidence was often a trick of the mind; when you wanted something, your brain focused on it more, heightened your awareness of it.

Maybe it seemed like you were spending more time with him only because Tenzo wanted it to be true.

But he'd resolved to ask you outright today whether that was the case; to dissolve any lingering doubt so he could ask the question which had been sitting on his tongue for weeks--"Would you like to pursue a relationship with me?"--with some reasonable surety of your response.

There was probably a more romantic way to ask that question, now that he thought about it, but Tenzo believed being straightforward in this instance would suit him best.

By the time the two of you had left the busiest streets of Konoha behind, Tenzo had managed to somehow increase the anxious feeling buzzing within him rather than quell it.

What a mess. How was he supposed to ask you anything when his brain felt so fuzzy and overwhelmed?

Resolute in his plan, however, Tenzo knew he couldn't back down. So he came to a stop at the place he had decided on earlier in the week; a somewhat hidden spot off the beaten path that overlooked the river.

It was private and, he thought, at least a little romantic with the setting sun casting gilded rays across the rippling suface of the water.

He took a long, slow, deep breath to steady himself and then turned to look at you. Tenzo felt an icy shock when he saw that you were already watching him intently, mouth curled in a soft smile and gaze far too intense for him to remain calm.

He cleared his throat. "I--"

That was as far as he got before the wasps resumed their torment of his insides and Tenzo felt the prickling of sweat against his temples, droplets running down the sides of his face beneath his happuri.

He clenched his fingers more tightly behind him and tried again. "What I mean to say is, I really enjoy spending time with you."

Okay. Well, that was supposed to come at the midpoint of his speech but Tenzo's thoughts were so jumbled he didn't think he could remember most of it, anyway, so maybe starting int he middle was for the best.

"And I... well, I had hoped that maybe..."

He couldn't finish his sentence. What if he was wrong? What if you didn't see him that way? He turned away, the mortificaiton of rejection clawed its way up his throat with such insistence he thought he might retch even though he'd forgone dinner on purpose.

"Tenzo."

He faced you again, "Ye--"

The word never had a chance because suddenly you were leaning so close Tenzo could see the hundreds of colors dancing in your irises, could count the eyelashes framing them, and then your hand was on his chin and you were closing your eyes and you were leaning so close and--

Your lips were soft against his, moving gently and molding to his own. He tensed, shoulders and neck going rigid, wide eyes still open. He forced them closed, forced himself to focus on the sensation of your mouth on his, your fingers, dancing across the ridge of his jaw, drawing him subtly closer.

Tenzo wondered if all kisses felt this way. The wasps in his belly dispersed, replaced with something still fluttery but gentler.

When you pulled away, Tenzo followed you instinctively, accidentally bumping his nose against yours. His eyes flew open, cheeks burning, "Ah! Sorry!" he said, taking a step back.

But you just smiled at him, eyes dancing, lips wet and a little swollen. "It's fine, Tenzo."

He stared at you, wondering how he'd gotten as lucky as this. The sun dipped below the horizon, taking its gilded light with it and bathing the river bank in deep, luxurious indigo.

"I don't know about you," you said, "but I'm pretty hungry. Any chance you'd like to get dinner with me?"

Tenzo swallowed, his question still lodged in his throat. Had your kiss meant what he thought it did?

"I--" he started, "Uh, yes." He looked at your feet, unable to continue meeting your eyes.

"Come on, then," you said softly, so close now he could feel your breath as it fanned over his face.

He startled when one of your hands reached behind his back and tugged one of his own free, lacing your fingers together with his and gentling pulling him back toward the village.

Tenzo's face was still aflame by the time you got to the restaurant, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the realization which hit as you'd taken his hand.

Your palms were sweating, too, your fingers trembling as you'd pulled him to your side.

Apparently, he wasn't the only one who'd been nervous, despite your seemingly relaxed appearance. Tenzo smiled as you slid into a booth, dragging him in beside you instead of letting him escape to sit across the table.

"I hope you don't mind," you said against his ear.

Tenzo shook his head. He most certainly didn't, especially not when you followed those words with a swift kiss to his cheek.

Suddenly, he was starving.

#tenzo x you #tenzo x reader #yamato x you #yamato x reader #gn!reader #friday flash fic fest #pls ignore that it is indeed actually monday as i post this a;sldkfjasdf #lemony scribbles #swingingmakerbonkplaid

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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ᴍɪɴɪ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ > ＣＯＴＴＯＮＣＡＮＤＹＣＬＯＵＤＳ˚۰

ＭＹＳＴＥＲＹ ✦ ＬＯＶＥｙａｍａｔｏｘｇｎ！ｒｅａｄｅｒ

request. Anonymous asked: thank you!! Mystery of love with Yamato with maybe gender neutral reader ! If you can ofc if not u can pick ur whatever gender u feel most comfortable writing for ,no more information,just let Yamato be in love nd be loved 🙏please and thank you tw. none. sfw. yamato asks himself if they will be back, if they love him or not. I might have inspired this on Ace fulfilling his promise of coming back to him. wc. 626 masterlist.

But what is love? kissing your lips, touch your skin perhaps? or the tears that ran through my cheeks when you left me here?

Is it the wind playing with my white hair? or is it the way your fingers brushed through it? You love me? You do?

Are you the wind? where have you gone? will you come back? Will you love me, and solve this mystery of love?

Of course, I will.

“Yamato! Are you still here?” you ask, walking into somewhere only you know. he should be there, waiting for you. Just as he promised. Just as you promised.

There is no light but the silver rays of the moon tonight. You crawl up, climbing the rocks of a higher place of Wano Kuni. The last time you saw him, he waved at you from there. Up, up and high as the sun itself, with a smile that you couldn’t forget.

His wrists had still shackles, the chains that were still restraining him from freedom… but, it should be different now. It should be different now…

But, Yamato… Yamato isn’t there anymore. He is not sitting on the rock with a bottle of sake waiting for you… why? Is he ok?

You walk towards the same place you’ve sat when you were there the last time. Tired. Yet, you fulfilled your promise; “I’ll be here exactly 3 years from now, at this same point, at this same hour”

You sigh. The infinite vast sea, that’s now only black and it reflects the big orb that’s the moon, accompanies you. “Did Yamato set sail too? I can’t blame him, he wanted to be free”

“I wanted to be free… but freedom is nothing if you aren’t next to me. Will you take me with you this time, (Name)?”

You turn around, maybe it’s just the words you wish you were hearing… but maybe, just maybe it’s him standing right behind you.

His flowy red hakama, the white top part he always wears. The moonlight reflecting on his golden hoops, the white and mint colour hair dancing with a summer breeze. He is there, Yamato is right in front of your eyes.

“Yams… I- you haven’t forgot…“ you stutter. You can’t speak, you only want to hug him. And you do. But it’s him who runs towards you and pounces into you.

“You are back, you are back. I knew you will be back! How could I forget you? Even if century would pass, I would never forget you!” he chimes excited and with tears in his eyes. Reddish nose is all you can see, and you are dying to kiss it. But first, you take a quick glance at his wrists.

You smile, widely. Yamato has no more heavy shackles, nor marks of them stopping him anymore. “Yams, give me your hands” you ask, taking them to your face. A kiss on each one of his wrists makes him giggle. “This had been the place of your skin I wanted to kiss first. I’ve dream with it since I left… I wanted to kiss you, Yams”

Yamato’s lips tremble. His eyes are now flooded with tears; tears that can’t stop flowing. “I- I- I’m free, now I am totally free! You… you can kiss me!” he says, watering your face with the salty representations of joy.

“And, there is nothing that makes my happier…” you whisper, now pressing your lips against his after yearning for them for so long, hugging his frame, letting yourself melt into his embrace.

And while Yamato’s eyes stop pouring, he looks at the moon and whispers… “So, this is the truth… the mystery of love is solved”

“No, Yams… our mystery of love has just started…”

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cebwrites · 2 years

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Haunted House Reactions (Yamato, Ace, Sabo)

gn reader word count: 0.8k

Yamato

He wants nothing but to impress you as your Certified™ Big Strong Boyfriend - but at the same time Yams is also a little bit of a chicken

Yamato’s stoked to be here and fascinated by all the decorations and attractions because he’s never had the freedom to really explore what common interests would be, so it makes him come off as a little naïve

He’s an overgrown, excited puppy that gets spooked and jumps almost as high as the ceiling, but he plays it off quite well (or at least he thinks he does, be nice to the poor baby)

Yams isn’t really the ‘cool, suave’ type anyway, so you find that endearing about him; it’s cute when he claims he’ll protect you from any monster that blocks your way but screams when something brushes against his arm

Another target that the interactive staff likes to antagonize, but with you there at the very least there’s someone to keep him level

If you ever got separated, you’d likely hear his sad little whimpers before anything else, you could just imagine his poor little ears pressed flat against his head already

If you show even a drop of distress or get spooked by something while separated, though, Yams is at your side in an instant - he’ll sniff you out like the big bad wolf in shining armor and cradle you near

He’ll treat you to snacks and a walk down the pier after, too

Ace

He’s smug and casual almost the whole way through, an arm around your shoulder while he points out how ‘cute’ the whole setup is, poking and prodding at decorations, putting on masks laying around to pretend scare you - even if you were nervous at first, Ace helps you relax with his antics

Ace is the ideal ‘calm, cool’ boyfriend on paper, if you ignore his regular traits and only focus on him here, he’ll crack jokes to ease your nervousness and halfway through you even find yourself laughing, entirely forgetting what you were so scared of in the first place

His hubris will be his downfall, though

Three quarters of the way through, when you’re comfortable enough to split away from Ace to explore the house a little more on your own, you hear a blood-curdling shriek and, peering into the hallway, you see your “lax, chill” boyfriend sprint pass you to immediately fumble with the lock on a door while someone in a monster costume lagged behind him

Ace was too panicked to open it properly and, having made eye contact with the “ghoul” beside you, helped him with the lock; monster guy gestured to the way out to you both once it was open and Ace looked like all his flabbers had been ghasted before he started running again, this time with you in tow

You wouldn’t let him live it down for at least a week afterwards, at which Ace could only pout, huff, attempt to tease you in return for something else, and then have it dissolve into a kissy battle as usual while the both of you attempted to tickle each other

Sabo

Sabo isn’t afraid of haunted houses, haunted houses are afraid of him - or at least, the staff is

Bobo’s the insufferable kind of person that comes to haunted houses to cause problems on purpose; it’s almost entirely down to the fact that he never intends to go but always gets dragged along anyway by Ace, Luffy, or Koala, so he decides to have fun on his own terms

By being an absolute menace

He never jumps at any of the scares, if an actor runs up to him in an attempted spook he’ll just politely shake their hand and be on his way

Going to a haunted house with Sabo almost makes everything less scary by proxy because of how he reacts to things, which is fine, but makes the experience kind of less fun, too? I mean what’s the point of going if you’re not gonna be scared, Ace would say, immediately getting into a slappy fight with Bobo after

Sabo holds your hand throughout the tour and keeps everyone else in line so they don’t go over whatever “schedule” he’s made up in his brain for how long it should take to make it out of here

Maybe on occasion he’ll be up for exploring things in further detail, but that also definitely means he’s fucking with the staff too, and those poor teenagers aren’t getting paid 10$ an hour to deal with your boyfriend’s petty nonsense

Bonus: If the three of them had to go into a haunted house together, Yamato and Ace would cling against Sabo for dear life and Bobo would be this 🤏 close to committing murder for it.

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galamalion · 5 months

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┈ ✧.* 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ summary﹕upon turning 18, you begin your new life at grand line university, a college within red line. while you once had a boring, uneventful life, you now find yourself in the middle of several conflicts, and several romances. what's a struggling college student to do in times like these?

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ pairing﹕one piece x fem!reader

┈ ✧.* chapters﹕[i] [ii] [iii] [iv]

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ w/c﹕3.2k

┈ ✧.* chapter i﹕new beginnings

The obnoxious chatter of your fellow bus riders, combined with the unpredictable thumps when passing over the occasional pothole was enough to drive you mad.

There was a baby two seats behind you bawling its little eyes out, a businessman screaming into his phone, and two little old ladies gossiping about the affairs of their next-door neighbor— but you didn’t mind their conversation too much.

You would be wearing your headphones in order to escape the hell you were placed in, but on your way to the bus stop you snapped the audio jack while struggling to jam it into your cheap MP3 player. As a result, you were damned to listen to the screeching around you. But you were able to breathe a sigh of relief, seeing as nobody had dared to sit next to you on this—

“Hey! Is that seat taken?”

You jumped in your seat at the sudden intrusion, eyes darting to your left to see the sudden encroacher. And, much to your shock, it wasn’t a 40 year-old man trying to snuggle up close to a college girl, but his voice already ruled out that possibility. Instead, it was a young boy, probably around your age. He looked a little out of place in his summer attire, but school had only just started, so it was no surprise that some people weren’t ready to let it go quite yet.

“Uh, no,” you finally spoke up, silently pulling your bag closer to the wall of the bus.

With a grin the boy threw his incredibly robust bag next to your own, taking the seat next to you. “My name’s Luffy!” he said joyously, sticking out a hand for you to shake.

You gingerly extended your own, watching helplessly as Luffy snatched it, wildly shaking it up and down. ‘My first new friend,’ you thought sarcastically. ‘It could certainly be worse.’

“I’m ____,” you said slowly, contemplating the consequences of telling this stranger your name. He did look like a student, at the very least. This line of reasoning failed to put a light on your current situation, but with enough deep breaths you could ignore it.

“You’re a student, then?” you asked, gesturing to his incredibly full bag.

Luffy excitedly nodded. “I’m a freshman! See, I got everything I need for today!”

Inside Luffy’s bag weren't pillows, blankets or even clothes. Instead it was chock full of various foods, mostly greasy meats. You were slightly impressed at how the smell remained hidden inside the shoddy hand-me-down bag.

“Ya like it?” Luffy ruffled through the bag, pulling out a large seared steak. “My neighbor Hancock made it all for me! Said I needed to be well-fed while I was here!”

All you could do was nod along as Luffy continued to speak. You originally assumed that he was some kind of farm boy, based on his current attire, ready for his first day in the big city. His strange quirks and interesting home life began to intrigue you, creating a need for answers.

“Grand Line University?” you interrupted, paying more attention.

Luffy looked at you cluelessly for a second before vigorously nodding his head, that grin still stapled onto his face.

“Yep! That’s where my two brothers go! We all promised we’d go to the same college when we grew up!” he explained.

“Brothers?” you gently pushed further, hoping to learn more.

“Ace and Sabo!” he shouted, excitement barely contained, “Sabo is studying scoliology and Ace is a super awesome hockey player!”

“Scoliology…?”

“Yeah, sockiology!” Luffy assured, his grin unfaltering.

“And what does Ace study?” you pried.

“Um…” Luffy went quiet for a few seconds, scratching his head to emphasize his uncertainty. “I dunno! I think he’s just taking a bunch of different classes. That’s what I’m gonna do!”

“You’re undecided, then?”

“Hm, well I kinda know what I wanna do. I wanna be like my big brothers, but I also wanna do fun stuff! Like eating!”

“So you wanna be, like, a chef?”

“Nope!”

All you could do was stare at Luffy, dumbfounded by his confidence.

“Are you a student too?” Luffy bounced excitedly on the bus seat.

‘Well, he catches on quick.’ You rolled your eyes internally. “Yeah, I’m a freshman too. Psychology major.”

“Oh, oh! Like a brain doctor!” Luffy pointed at you, enthusiastic at his confidentially incorrect assumption.

“Uh, yea, close enough,” you sighed.

A second of silence passed between you before Luffy began speaking again.

“Do you wanna be friends?” he asked.

Such a bizarre question forced you to pause, staring at Luffy blankly. Did you want to be friends? You’d known him for less than ten minutes, but he’d grown on you in that time. You knew little about him, but he also knew little about you, and isn’t that how all friendships start?

His talkative presence had provided levity to your headphone-less journey. Admittedly, you had grown to slowly appreciate his presence, letting him talk your ear off and drown out the noise of the other passengers. It wasn’t how you dreamed your college life would start out, but you could make this work. Yeah, this wasn’t bad, and it could certainly be worse! You could make this work. You could make this work.

“Sure, Luffy,” you smiled, “I’d like that.”

Fifteen minutes later and you and Luffy disembarked from the bus, walking side-by-side up to the school. It was far from a quiet walk, Luffy currently yapping about the different kinds of meat he was carrying in his bag.

“So, what dorm are you in?” you questioned, swinging your bag around carelessly.

“Uh…” Luffy searched his pockets, looking around for the paper given to him. “Poseidon!”

“Damn, I’m in Pluton,” you groaned, disappointed at the loss of your new friend.

“That’s ok! We can still see each other at the cafeteria! Or in the halls! Or outside!”

A smile found its way onto your face, the corners of your mouth upturning ever so slightly. Despite your attempts to keep your distance from Luffy, his constant jabbering and peppy attitude had grown on you.

“I’d like that,” you smiled, tucking your hands in your pockets. “I’ll see you around, Luffy.”

The two of you parted ways, separating to your respective dorms. Most of Grand Line’s buildings fell between vintage and just straight decay, brick walls and vine growths contrasted with the cracked interior walls and gross carpet. But you knew what you signed up for when you applied to this damn place.

A couple minutes of walking later and you found yourself standing in front of Pluton, towering brick walls casting a looming shadow cast over you. You shuffled through your bag to grab your ID, swiping it through the card reader and hearing the click of the door unlocking.

Swinging it open, you marched through the ancient hallways, taking in the ‘wonderful’ sights that Pluton had in store for you. You’d exchanged a couple of emails with your roommates, and what you’d gathered from their personalities made you want to shout for joy and scream in agony.

The first to contact you, Nami, was undoubtedly a spoiled brat. She informed you that she would be bringing a fridge and trash, something you had greatly appreciated at the time. But the next sentence revealed that she would be charging you for their use, which caused you to chuck your phone across the room. Needless to say, you weren’t looking forward to meeting her.

Vivi, on the other hand, seemed like an absolute delight. She explained that she was a foreign exchange student looking for a new outlook on life, hoping to meet some new friends at Grand Line. It surprised you that she hadn’t applied for the Mary Geoiose Institute, considering her immense status in her home country, but if it was a new outlook she was searching for, she’d most definitely find it here.

Furthermore, on account of throwing your phone, you were unable to search up any kind of pictures of the two, much less send any other communications. You lacked the funds to purchase a new phone and thus were forced to submit it for repairs, informed that it would be finished in around two weeks, which unfortunately lined up exactly with move-in day. It would seem your life was fraught with inconvenient coincidences, especially considering your two roommates.

A greedy business major like Nami and a selfless political science major like Vivi sounded like a recipe for disaster, and you weren’t looking forward to playing psychologist for the two of them. You crossed hallways and climbed up stairs, arriving at your floor and scanning the doors for your room number.

Judging by the open doors and giddy voices around you, it would seem like you were the last one to move in. The only thing you could do was pray your roommates were still late to the party, if only to avoid the drama that would most certainly result if they were to collide.

At the end of the hallway was your dorm and standing uniformly amongst the rest, waiting to be decorated by its inhabitants. You stepped towards the door, laying your hand on the doorknob and slowly twisted, anticipating the worst behind the door—

“Oh my god, you actually have those heels? They were only sold for a single day, how in the world did you get them!”

“Well, my dad bought them as a birthday present for my sixteenth birthday…”

“Your dad bought them? What’s he like? How old is he? How much does he have in his bank account?”

You stood frozen before your roommates, watching them talk as if they were old friends meeting up after a long time. But that was hardly your greatest concern at the moment. Your roommates were drop dead gorgeous. Long, effortlessly wavy hair; clear, glowing skin; and their absolutely rockin’ bodies. It made you question whether or not you had the correct room.

“Nami and Vivi?” you interrupted, sheepishly moving your hands behind your back.

Instantly the two turned to look at you, momentary confusion clouding their face only to be washed over with smiles.

“You must be ____, right?” the blue-haired girl spoke, rising to her feet, “I’m Vivi, it’s a great pleasure to meet you.”

“I’m Nami!” the ginger waved, flashing you a wide grin, “don’t forget about the fridge policy! You can put the money in that jar.” She pointed to a very decorated glass mason jar, complete with a small sign labeled ‘FRIDGE FUNDS :)’ beneath it.

You damned yourself for forgetting Nami’s inclivities. ‘How could I forget?’ you internally cringed.

“Right…” You warily scratched the back of your head. “So, which bed’s mine?”

“You can have the single!” Vivi keenly blurted, “unless you’d rather the bunk! Nami called dibs on the top bunk, and I’ve never experienced a bunk-bed before, so I was hoping I could have the bottom. But if you, would like it, it is no problem—”

“Single’s fine!” you whistled cheerily, cutting her off before she could change her mind.

“Perfect!” Vivi clapped her hands together. “Nami offered to go out to eat today, and I was wondering if you would like to join us? It would be a great way to learn about each other!”

You shrugged, “Sure, but I’m kind of broke right now, so if one of you could pay for me I can pay you back in a week.”

“No need to worry!” Vivi reassured, “I will pay for you two, consider it a gift to honor our new friendship!”

“Thanks, Vivi…” you sighed in relief, tossing your bag up onto your mattress.

“Well, I say we get going!” Nami interjected, hopping off the couch below your bed, “we can look around and decide what sounds good.”

The three of you filed out of the dormitory, crossing the campus in order to reach downtown. It felt strange seeing your fellow students around the campus, some entering buildings and others lazing around on the grass. You failed to recognize even the most colorful characters loitering about, and judging by some of their rather explicative attitudes, you wanted to keep it that way.

“We could get Japanese, Italian, Indian,” Nami listed, leading the charge down the street.

“I wouldn’t mind Italian,” you muttered, not wanting to be the deciding factor.

“How about you, Vivi? Does Italian sound good?” Nami turned to face her roommate.

“Of course, I am fine with—”

“____!” a voice called out.

The three of you turned to the sudden outcry of your name. You hardly knew anyone on account of being a shut-in orphan for most of your life, despite living in Red Line for so long. But you did recognize the voice that shouted your name.

Across the street stood Luffy, flanked by three odd men. He waved at you madly, sprinting across the street with no regard, much to the horror of his companions, who chased after him, much to the dismay of traffic.

“Friends of yours?” Nami asked, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity covering her face.

“Just the black-haired one,” you whispered back.

Luffy dashed onto the sidewalk, followed by his terrified partners, and ran straight up to you.

“____, these are my roommates!” Luffy stretched his arms around their shoulders, pulling them in close. “This is—”

“Sanji!” the blond interjected, pushing in front of his roommate, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, mes chéries.”

Viv blushed at the pet name, but you could see the dollar signs bulging out of Nami’s eyes. You weren’t one to swoon head-over-heels over a little French, so you tucked your hands in your pockets and waited for the next introduction.

“I’m Usopp!” the curly-haired man cheered, giving two thumbs up and not-so-subtly ushering his green-haired companion to speak.

“Zoro,” the moss-head gruffed, shuffling his feet boredly.

“Aren’t they great?” Luffy shouted, grinning from ear-to-ear.

“Yeah, glad someone else gets the pleasure of knowing you, Luffy,” you joked.

Zoro snorted at your comment, a smirk appearing on his face for half a second.

“Well, if you three aren’t doing anything, wanna join us? We were just going to eat and hang out,” Nami offered.

“Okay!” Luffy agreed immediately, “I’m suuuuper hungry, so let’s go eat somewhere with lots of food!”

“Everywhere has lots of food, Luf,” Zoro yawned, scratching his head.

“We were planning on Italian food, that sound good to you?” Nami placed a hand on her hip.

Before Luffy could make any further statements, Usopp clasped a hand over his mouth. “Italian sounds fantastic!” he assured us.

“My dad owns a place,” Sanji remarked, “he probably won’t let us eat for free, but I could probably get a discount.”

Nami grinned, clapping her hands excitedly at the thought of saving money.

“Perfect, lead the way, Prince Charming!” Nami cheered, twirling her finger in the air, leading your newly formed crew behind Sanji.

“Your brother is Ace? Like, Portgas D. Ace? Like, famous hockey player for the Grand Line, that Ace?” Nami exclaimed, jaw dropping open in shock.

“Yeah! Do you know him?” Luffy replied, shoveling down his seventh slice of pizza.

“Know him?” Sanji hissed, “what part of ‘famous hockey player for the Grand Line’ do you not understand?”

“He is quite famous…” Vivi whispered.

While Nami and Sanji continued to prod Luffy for more answers, you and Zoro quietly ate your food. Well, you’d consider what you were eating as food, a plate of carbonara and a side of asparagus, but Zoro was eating a singular piece of bread with a bottle of red wine. ‘To each their own,’ you shrugged.

“So…” you started, turning to Zoro, “what’s your major?”

Zoro stared down at you intimidatingly, unflinching at your question. Maybe it was his bulky frame or fiery green hair, but something about him sent shivers down your spine. Did your question offend him somehow? How the hell could he take a question like that in a bad way?

“Exercise science,” he answered, taking a swig from his bottle, “I wanna be a personal trainer.”

‘Huh, guess he’s not that scary…’ you thought to yourself.

“Are you planning on being a coach or something? Or do you have different plans?” you continued, praying the conversation wouldn’t fall flat.

“...I’d like to open my own dojo, but I’m not opposed to doing one-on-one training for the beginning of my career,” he mumbled.

“People always say to dream big. I hope it all goes well for you.”

Any malicious energy that Zoro had previously held seemed to dissipate with your response. You weren’t a psychic by any means, but as you looked into Zoro’s sharp eyes, you could make out a little softness within them.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” he sighed, taking another sip of wine.

Your conversation reached its course as you both went back to eating. Nami was currently trying to get Ace’s number out of Luffy, not for any romantic reason from what you could tell, however. Those dollar signs were back in her eyes, glimmering with greed as she pestered Luffy.

“I think it starts with a three. Or maybe it was an eight?” Luffy asked himself, confusion clouding his expression.

“Who cares?” Sanji groaned, “he’s just a womanizing pretty boy!”

“Pot calling kettle black!” Usopp pointed out, sticking his fork at Sanji for emphasis.

“Yeah, butt out, Sanji! Mama’s gotta get herself a sugar daddy!” Nami hissed.

“You can find plenty at the Mary Geoiose Institute, Nami,” you teased, “unless you wanted a military man, in which case Marineford is probably taking applications.”

Nami faux gasped, a hand pressed to her chest in shock. “I prefer my lovers to be more down to earth! Money isn’t everything, you know? Besides, I’d never date someone so uptight, either.”

All of you laughed at her over dramatic act, even Zoro, who gave a soft chuckle. In less than an hour all of you were cracking jokes and carrying on a conversation, nobody left out and nobody reigning over the others.

Your life had been uneventful, plagued by boredom without a dream to call your own. You hadn’t needed anyone before, so you weren’t expecting to need anyone now. But being here with your new…friends? It felt like that missing piece of your life had finally clicked. Maybe you didn’t have a dream quite yet, but you certainly had a wish: that this moment would last forever.

“Pardon me!” Vivi announced, gently ringing her wine glass. She stood up, smiling at everyone.

“I would like to make a toast,” she smiled, “to our little crew!”

“Doesn’t a crew need a name~?” Nami drunkenly jeered.

Vivi pondered for a moment. “I suppose it does! Any suggestions, my friends?”

“The Ero-Cooks,” Zoro offered, taking another swig.

“Oh, very clever! How about the Marimos? Huh?” Sanji growled, shaking his fist in anger.

Nami, Luffy, and Usopp attempted to give more suggestions through Zoro and Sanji’s argument, though Nami was a little too drunk to be offering any kind of advice. But while everyone was speaking, an idea struck you.

“The Straw Hats,” you said, pointing at Luffy’s hat. “Technically speaking, Luffy’s the reason we’re here right now. Makes sense to name us after him.”

“The Straw Hats…” Vivi murmured to herself, “a perfect name!”

Vivi raised her glass.

“To the Straw Hats!”

Seven glasses rose in unison, meeting in the middle of the table to clink together.

“To the Straw Hats!”

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ a/n﹕hello, and thank you for reading this work! i highly recommend reading 'Ace of Spades' by Mihawkuri, as it inspired me to write my own college au! i hope you all enjoy reading, and while updates may be spaced out, i promise i will not abandon this story! i plan on going all the way to senior year if possible!! once again, thank you for reading! here is the ao3 link!

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mortyvongola2-0 · 1 year

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To retain peace, there must be laws. Laws that not even gods can break; anyone who does so shall be punished under the authorities of their peers. Those of the gods who do not abide by the law will remain as the punished until otherwise decided. These few, practically unspoken laws, are as follows:

No god shall kill another god

No god shall steal from another god

No god shall perform acts of wrath upon mortals without justification

These makeup the thin line between chaos and order. These are the laws that must be followed, at all costs. The punished must pay a heavy cost for their misdeeds.

The sound of drums, heavy, loud, in unison, sounded out and you ran. Ran as fast and as far away as your legs could take you. To the mountain, to the forest, to the village, in order to reach your salvation. But somehow, in a twist of fate, you found yourself face to face with one of them. With him.

"I-I know who you are," you tried to let out between heavy breaths. "What you are."

"And what is that?" His voice was like silk as it poured over your ears, dancing through your mind like a leaf on the wind. You swallowed thickly, eyes shifting between his twisted form and the ground. What did he look like really? Was his human appearance as appealing as he sounded? Did he even have a human form anymore?

"You are-

Kakashi the Wicked

Yamato the Thief

Itachi the Betrayer

one of the punished."

Sacrificed: The Punished

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A/N: Hello hello, welcome to the season two preview of Sacrificed! Otherwise called Sacrificed The Punished or just The Punished! I'm very excited to present this to you all. This season will explore more of the lore of the world of the gods as well as explore some more glorious kinks. It will be darker, it will be fun, it will be long winded, so come along and enjoy the ride!

Also there’s a Twilight reference in the preview bit and I don’t regret it. Extra cringe points if you’re with me.

Happy Halloween 🎃

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azurelyy · 2 years

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Hey, I read your Kankuro fic and I love it! Could write something NSFW for Yamato (or Genma) x f!reader? Can it be friends to lovers (and if you decide to write or Yamato:Can he have an authority kink? Like captain) Sorry if you don't write for them or the kinks made you uncomfortable. Have a great day ♥️

Ahhhh, tysm! I am so glad you liked it.

I went with Yamato because the idea of the authority kink was just too good not to pass up - I hope you enjoy! 😈 P.S. This turned out... way longer than expected. I am so sorry lol.

Title: O, Captain! My Captain! 🍋

Words: 5.2k

Pairing: Yamato x f!reader

Warnings: Fingering, hand job, praise, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, role play (RP), alcohol consumption, cinnamon roll Yamato

You weren’t sure if it was the ungodly heat of the summer night or the panging of your nervous system that made your palms sweat like Babe the Pig, but either way, your stomach felt like it was doing an entire gymnastics routine as you marched along the streets, bottle of booze in hand, towards Yamato’s apartment. The night sky was clear and cloudless, endless clusters of stars guiding your way to your best friend’s front door.

You loved this tradition the two of you had, pre-gaming together before you finally met up with the group halfway through the night, able to be completely drunk already and saving money on alcohol while also saving yourselves from the torture of having to bar hop to, inevitably, three totally different bars. Showing up near the end, the two of you were always able to get in a few dances before parting from the group with an Irish Goodbye, your friends so blackout by that point that they were none-the-wiser.

You had on your favorite long, flowy dark dress with sleeves that fanned out from your arms, your hair styled with various gleaming gemstones sprinkled throughout it. It always made you feel like a fantasy witch when you went out dancing in this dress, the sleeves turning into haunting wings as you glided around the dance floor and parted it like the Red Sea. The humidity in the air clung to your skin as your dress slightly stuck to your hot skin, draping you in black fabric, tiny beads of sweat dripping down your forehead.

You gave your signature two-knocks onto Yamato's front door - a secret code the two of you had since you both had crippling anxiety about answering the door to strangers - and your best friend opened it immediately, his white teeth beaming down at you as he gave you a bright smile.

“I think you forgot your bats at home,” He joked as he moved aside to let you enter through his doorway, giving you a gentle tap on the shoulder as you passed by him.

“Hilarious, Yamato,” You said, placing the booze down on the counter and immediately rummaging through his cabinets, pulling out two shot glasses. “Really, have you considered a career in stand-up?”

“Yes,” He replied, opening the bottle of tequila and pouring a shot for you first. “But then I decided to be merciful and save people from the unknown misery Comedian Yamato would surely provide to the world.”

You giggled a little louder than necessary and linked your arm with his, looping them together like you always did for the first shot of the night, bracing to swig the shots back at the same time. “Okay, ready?”

“Yup,” He popped the ‘p’ as he leaned down to be closer at eye-level with you. “On three, okay?” You nodded. “One, two, three!”

You each swung your heads back, the tequila burning down your throat and seeping into your stomach. You felt your lips pucker as you unclasped your arm from Yamato’s and squeaked, slamming the shot glass down onto the counter. You fanned your face as you licked your hand, frantically sprinkling salt onto it, before tonguing it clean. Yamato laughed heartily as he carefully set his glass down, giving you an inquisitive look.

“You’re supposed to do that first,” He stated matter-of-factly as he watched you with amusement.

You groaned. “I know that! I got too excited. It’s been awhile since I’ve had alcohol.” He hesitated pouring your next shot and you tilted your head at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” He responded, pouring his own shot. “I just don’t want to overwhelm you. You’ll tell me if it’s too much, right?”

You laughed as you sprinkled more salt onto the wet side of your hand, smiling up at him. “It’s one shot, Yammy. I’ll be fine.”

He smirked and gave a single nod of his head. “Two shots.”

“Two shots,” You corrected, sticking your tongue at him. “I said it’s been awhile, not forever. I’m getting too old for this shit.”

“You?” He questioned, gulping down another drink. “I’m thirty-one, I’m definitely too old for this shit.”

“I forget that you’re that old,” You teased, your throat stinging as you slammed your second shot down. “We’re practically middle-aged!”

He said your name slowly, the sound numbing to your ears. Or maybe it was the alcohol. “You’re only twenty-five, don’t sell yourself short.”

“I’m single and twenty-five,” You groan. “I can feel my eggs dying inside me.”

Yamato’s soft laughter filled the air around the small kitchen and you felt your heart flutter in your chest as you watched his chestnut hair slowly sway around his face, his strong hand covering his fine mouth as his black eyes twinkled in the starlight. You had known him for at least five years now, and in that time, Yamato had carved his way into the “best friend” slot in your heart.

It was an immediate connection. You liked how he didn’t treat you any differently based on gender. He talked to you in a natural way, making you feel seen in a room where you felt small and inferior. He had a way of getting people to open up to him, his gentle voice lulling you in like a jinx. Recently, you have started to feel… different around him. Where there was once silent comfort, you felt rising tension; where there was once your friend's hand on your arm, there were now sparks sizzling wherever he touched you.

“Hey,” Yamato put his hand on your shoulder, steadying you as you swayed around lightly. “Are you alright? Maybe you really have had enough.” You felt heat rise in your cheeks as your heart began drumming in your chest. You gently shrugged his hand from your shoulder and pulled yourself onto the counter, now directly at eye-level with him.

“I’m fine,” You assured, placing your hands awkwardly in your lap. “Just tired lately. I am glad everyone is growing up and we’re meeting at a club instead of a bar.”

Yamato moved closer to you and stood between your legs, he was only within arms reach but he still felt way too damn close for comfort. You wanted to grab him by the wrist and pull him into you like a riptide; wanted to allow him to wrap you in his muscular arms and never let you go. The room started spinning around you and you placed your head in your hands as you felt Yamato place his hands on your knees, chanting your name with an increasing amount of panic as you hung your head.

His calloused finger gripped under your chin and turned your head to face him, splintering the world around you. You felt his hot breath tickle your lips as he placed the back of his hand against your forehead. His pink lips were moving but you couldn’t hear any sound, could only feel his skin on yours, smell his spicy cologne. You clenched your hands into fists on your thighs in a futile bid at suppressing the tension in the air as he sweetly smiled at you, his face slightly rosy from the alcohol.

“Maybe I should walk you home?” He asked, a twinge of sadness in his voice. You glanced into his eyes and saw his pupils were dilated, a glint of care twinkling within his soft gaze that made your heart flutter in your chest as you gripped onto your dress for dear life.

All your friends had been begging you to tell Yamato how you felt, but you couldn’t handle losing him. He meant too much to you; provided you a sense of security you hadn’t felt since childhood. Losing him would not just crush you, it would pull you apart. You would lose a part of yourself without him, so you stayed silent. You continued to be a shadow in the background when he would take other women home instead of you; would listen to him complain about his relationship issues and give him sound advice; would cheer him on through the pain of hearing how “this is the one” before the inevitable crash and burn, when he’d show up on your doorstep with ice cream, saying with his smile “I didn’t know where else to go.”

You took a deep breath and grinned up at him, patting his hand that rested on your hip. “No, I’m fine.” He raised an eyebrow at you. “I’m fine!” You insisted, playfully pushing his face away from yours.

“If you say so…” He brought his face back down, your lips now inches apart, noses brushing against each other. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as Yamato trailed his hand down the side of your thigh and rested it on your knee, his other hand still cupping your chin. “You look really pretty tonight,” You watched his Adam’s apple wobble in his throat and you nearly blacked out. “Who are you dressing up for?”

You clenched your thighs together and moved your head back, the cool wood of the cupboard resting against the back of your skull. Yamato’s eyes were like dark pools of oil, twinkling in the pale light of the moon outside the window. His hand sprawled out on your knee, static surging up your leg and into your pussy as you felt arousal soak its way to your walls.

“Yamato,” Your mouth was drier than a desert as his formed into a tight line. He moved his hand from your chin to cup your cheek, causing small firecrackers to pop in your chest. The alcohol fogged your mind as he stayed planted in front of you, mouths inches apart. “You’re my best friend.”

He chucked, warm air tickling your nose and mouth as you smelled the slight tang of alcohol on his breath. “You’re my best friend, too.”

You closed your eyes, drinking him in like a potion. “But I don’t want you as a best friend.”

You kept your eyes shut tightly as you felt his hand on your knee twitch, the tips of his fingernails skating across your skin, as he pressed his warm lips onto yours. He was soft with you, like you would shatter upon contact as he leaned his head to the side and deepened the kiss, moving his strong hand from your knee to wrap around your waist.

You gripped onto the hem of his shirt and pulled him closer to you as your tongues swirled around each other, the air around you becoming light and sweet. You moved your hand slowly to his face, cupping his cheek as he let out a soft moan of your name.

The familiar jingle of Yamato’s ringtone jostled you from your fairytale as he pulled away quickly and cleared his throat. You were both panting, hearts banging in your chests, as he gave you a small smirk and checked the caller-ID. He groaned.

“It’s Kakashi…” He looked over at you, his gaze half-lidded and hazy; his lips reddened and glossy.

You laughed as you smoothed out your clothes and hair, gulping down lust. “Y-You should tell him we’ll be there soon.”

Yamato hummed as he flipped the switch on the side of his phone, silencing the tune. He put his phone upside down onto the counter and took a step closer to you, leaning down so your lips brushed together. “I want to stay with you.” You felt a knot form in your stomach as he studied your face, his oil pool eyes burning into your skin and boiling their way down to your lips.

“Do you want to stay with me?” His violin voice pacified your banging heart as you breathed in his cardamom cologne. It reminded you of the color burgundy, a sensually sexy smell that wrapped around your core and drew your face closer to his. You tried to respond but when you opened your mouth, you felt like your heart was going to leap out of it, so you only nodded.

He pulled you off the counter and into his arms, cupping the back of your neck in his athletic hand as your legs wrapped around his waist. Your arms rested around his neck as you let your forehead rest on his, a strong grip around your waist anchoring you to him. He licked his lips and looked up at you, his breathing shallow. You kissed his forehead and trailed your mouth down to his jaw, felt the way it tensed beneath your touch as his hold on you tightened. Every muscle in your body felt taut as you crawled your lips back up his face and hovered your mouth over his. You smirked as you pulled back from him gently, his finger circling around the base of your neck as flames coursed their way down your spine.

“Do you really want to know who I dressed up for?” You whispered. You felt his body tense up as he grunted in response. You used the tip of your tongue to lightly trace his cupid’s bow. “I wore this dress hoping you’d take it off.”

You squealed as he pushed down on the base of your neck, your mouths forming to each other like a jigsaw piece as your teeth clicked together. The kiss was no longer gentle; he was ravishing your mouth with his, treating you like a lost treasure trove. The air around you jostled as he sloppily kissed you and you could tell he was taking you somewhere. Your back slammed against the mattress as he sucked on your tongue, your nipples perking up. He trailed his hand from your waist to your thigh as he hiked your dress up, his slender fingers dancing their way up your bare skin like a sacred ritual, tracing each curve of your flesh.

He pushed his knee against your pussy and your body rippled beneath him as he trailed his lips along your jawline, phantoming over your neck. You could feel his heavy breathing against your skin, so hot on your flesh, as he played with the waistline of your panties with his finger.

He sucked the skin of your neck into his mouth and you whimpered, gripping his soft hair as you shoved your hips up on his, feeling his erection through his pants. You let out a shaky breath as he nibbled the skin above your collarbone, your eyes fluttering shut as heat flushed to your neck, a bruise forming where his teeth met your skin.

“I-” His voice was sinful. “I’m sorry.” He gently kissed the branding mark on your neck. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.” He ghosted his lips over yours as he rubbed his finger over your entrance, the fabric of your panties feeling hot against your skin, a line of sticky arousal coating them.

“Please,” You couldn’t say anything else as you gripped his wrist and pushed his hand against your pussy, pleading for him to take you. He kissed you hungrily before pulling away, guiding you up with him by your waist. He stroked the outline of your body with his hands, sliding them along every curve, every imperfection; the twinkle lights in his bedroom illuminating him in a dazzling glow, his pale skin shining in the dark.

“Does this have a zipper, or…” His voice was a full octave lower as he gently twisted you around to examine your clothes, not wanting to ruin your favorite dress. You laughed lightly and guided his hand to the hem of your dress, your lace panties fully exposed as you sat cross-legged on the bed, your dress ruffled and haphazardly sprawled around your body. He lifted it off with ease and tossed it to the ground. You felt heat flush to your cheeks as you hooked your fingers under his shirt, nails raking across his abs, lifting the fabric up and over his head.

You both took in the sight of the other’s half-naked bodies in satisfying silence. Your eyes wandered over his bare, broad shoulders; trailed over his lean stomach, his abs rippling from heavy breathing, before landing upon his copper happy trail. You moved closer and hummed as you lightly moved your finger down the trail, stopping at the waistline of his pants.

Yamato watched your every move like an assassin, focussed on every flutter of your eyelashes, every parting of your beautiful lips. He had admired your beauty from afar for too long, always too cowardly to admit his feelings to you. To him, you were an enigma; a muse sent from above that had somehow, some way, taken a liking to him. He didn’t know if your interest in him was the work of bored gods or of the universe itself, but he didn’t care - all he knew was that he would have you, for as long as you would allow him the pleasure of being able to orbit around your gravity’s pull, and he would do his best to keep you with him, even if it meant only being your friend.

He had kept his distance while somehow getting so close to you. He knew every strength and every flaw; he knew your nightmares and your dreams; he knew your coffee order and your dark desires. He knew everything about you, and he loved you. His love for you burned him over and over but he didn’t mind walking through hell if it meant getting to have you in his life.

He watched your innocent eyes trail over his body as he drank you in like the sweetest wine money could buy. He examined your hips, your curved thighs, your soft tummy; the way you bit your bottom lip as your delicate finger left sparks along his midriff. He gripped your wrist and you let out a startled gasp, your eyes twinkling in the lights of his bedroom as you connected your gaze onto his. He felt a garden bloom within his heart as he moved forward and captured your warm lips on his; felt your souls intertwine together as he kissed you passionately, moving his hands to your back and unclasping your bra. It fell to your knees and he moved his way down your face, kissing along every inch of your skin, grabbing the bra and tossing it to the floor, before kissing between your breasts.

You whimpered his name as he moved his hands up your body and gripped onto your tight nipples, his calloused fingers strangely gentle as he danced around your nubs gracefully, pangs of pleasure shooting throughout your stomach and into your brain with each flutter. He kissed his way to your breast, slowly trailing his hot mouth along each inch of your skin, teasing you.

“Y-Yam-” He rolled his hand to grip your stomach and licked your nipple, your words catching in your throat as you moaned through the sensation. He worked his tongue around your nipple, memorizing it, as he moved his other hand down to your soaked through panties.

Your brain turned static as he pushed your back to the mattress, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear as he slowly moved them down your thighs. He guided your hips up with his free hand, fully removing your panties, and the air became increasingly heavy as you heard his breathing become shallow. You wriggled beneath him and crossed your legs, suddenly embarrassed and trying to cover yourself, as Yamato clicked his tongue and aggressively pulled your legs apart.

“Don’t cover up,” He commanded. You felt your pussy quiver as you glanced up at him through your hair, his dark eyes locked onto yours. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

“N-No,” You responded smally, twisting your arms over your body to hide from him. His toned and lean body was so picture-esque, he made you feel inferior by simply existing in his looming presence. Now that you were getting so intimate, your friend was suddenly intimidating to you; features that were once sweet Yamato were suddenly sensual Yamato, where his eyes were once harmonious they were now hungry. Every inch of your body yearned for him, but he was just so… sexy. You cast your gaze away from him and looked to the ceiling, trying your best to disappear into the bed.

“I’m sorry,” You scoffed, bringing your arm up and over your forehead. “I don’t know what came over me.” You felt hot tears welling in your eyes as you shut them tightly, your heartbeat surely audible in the quiet of the night. Yamato shifted above you as you heard rusting fabric and a small “ow”, before he laid next to you and cradled you to him like a small child. His legs wrapped around yours and you realized he had taken his pants off and you gulped down a ball of anxiety as you twisted in his embrace to face him fully.

“I want you,” He stated. His voice was raw and quivering. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I met you.” He kissed you gently and you felt your body tense up. “But if it’s too much, we can just lay here tonight.”

He traced the outline of your jaw and you felt something deep within you snap as you grabbed his hand and moved it down your body to your heat. You maneuvered his finger between your walls as you coated him with your arousal. Yamato groaned hoarsely and pushed another finger into you, twisting himself upwards and immediately hitting against your G-spot.

“So wet,” He groaned, his chest heaving heavily as he kissed you deeply, his free hand circling between your shoulder blades.

Stars formed in your vision as your head fell forward and you moaned his name into his neck, your nails digging into his hip. He kissed the top of your head and you bit down on his collarbone as his thumb swirled around your clit, the coil in your stomach tightening harshly as you heard your name being husked, his voice breaking with each push of his slender fingers.

Your free hand found his dick and you wrapped your hand around it, coating yourself with his sweet pre-cum. He breathed out a praise as you grazed your fingertip over his slit and started matching his rhythm, each thrust of his fingers bringing out the raw nature of lust from within you as you ravished his cock in your hand. He was so big, it was hard for you to fully wrap your hand around him, but his gentle praises and heavy breathing were all the encouragement you needed. He grunted out your name as your pace increased, his finger movements becoming less deft, as you felt more pre-cum stick to your hand.

“Fuck. Ya-Yamato, I’m-”

“Captain.” He insisted, his thumb pressing into your clit harshly as his bedroom started twisting around you. “That’s Captain to you.”

“Y-Yes, Captain,” You cooed as you felt his dick twitch in your hand, the coil inside your stomach finally springing.

He twisted his free arm out from under you and pulled your hand away from him just as your orgasm exploded within you, pure white bliss enveloped your vision as Yamato sucked on your earlobe and continued circling his thumb over your clit. Your body rippled as you listened to his muffled chants, blood rushing to your ears and you felt like your body had lifted off the ground. That’s my girl - felt good, right? - you sound so fucking hot when you come.

He moved his head down your neck and kissed it, paying extra attention to your throbbing bruise he formed earlier, as he wrapped you in his arms and rolled on top of you. His fingers twisted throughout your hair, your rhinestones all askew as he fiddled with each glistening gem individually, kissing his way to your mouth.

“Wanna fuck you,” He husked between gentle pecks. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Fuck me, Captain,” You pleaded. “I’m-” He gripped your hands in one of his and brought them above your head, trapping them. “I’m on the pill.”

Yamato smirked down at you as he ghosted his dick over your entrance. You could feel the heat of him course its way inside of you and shoot straight to your soul, melting you from the inside out as he bit his lower lip knowingly.

“Will you- fuck-” Yamato pushed his head inside of you, slowly stretching out your walls, his girth shutting off your brain. “Feels good.” You murmured.

“Tell me what you want,” He groaned, slowly inching himself deeper. “I-I’m gonna fuck you hard. Say it while you can.”

Your heart nearly erupted in your chest as he increased the pressure in you, the power of his words almost spiraling another release from you. God, you wanted him to rail you. “C-Come in me,” You moaned as he pushed his full length into you and tightened his grip on your hands. “But…” You tongue peeked out from behind your lips at the pleasure of his cock twitching inside you as he bottomed out. “Pretend like it was an accident.”

“Got it,” He gruffed. He pulled out of you slowly, the knot in your stomach growing tighter with anticipation before he pushed into you, hard, rolling his mouth over yours as he fucked you. His dick was deep inside you, the curve of his tip twisting up into you like a tree growing roots as he rammed into you. Your mind was a blank canvas as you grunted out nonsense, each thrust turning your mind dumber until you could only think of him.

Heavy breathing and thundering hearts bounced around the walls of his room as he licked the shell of your ear, the scent of sex lingering in the air as he bottomed out inside of you, his hot body cocooning you to him. You twisted your wrists in his tight hold, desperate to grab onto him, but he only increased the pressure of his hand over yours as he dick filled you to the brim. Your nose furrowed and sweat dripped down between your eyebrows as he rammed into you, wet squelching with each thrust echoing through his bedroom.

A chanting chorus of Captains and Feels so goods were like rain to his ears as he breathed heavily into the shell of your ear, increasing his pace as primal instinct took over. His cock felt like a tree as he planted himself inside you, wanting to coat your walls with his seed and forever be rooted within you. Your cries of pleasure melded together into a beautiful sonnet of ecstasy as he released your wrists and cupped his hand around your throat. Your mewls were the greatest gift he had ever received as your fingers intertwined into his hair, the tip of your cute nose pushing against his hair trying to signal for him to kiss you.

“You’re perfect,” He growled as he ghosted his lips over yours. You could feel the waves of lust ripple through your body as he nibbled your bottom lip. “I- fuck.”

Your walls tightened around him as you pushed your hips upwards, thrusting him even deeper inside you until you morphed together into one being; your heart completely full as his warm lips brushed against yours. You twisted your legs around his calves, his grip around your throat tightening as he kissed you with ferocity, allowing your tongue to swirl around his as your body trembled from the power of another orgasm erupting throughout your soul. You felt your essence drip from you and slick its way along your thighs as he groaned into your mouth, a sensual sound that caused your heart to skip a beat.

“Captain, p-please remember to pull out,” You lied, kissing him deeply as his cock trembled inside you. His lips ghosted over yours as he looked at you with appraising, half-lidded eyes. He bit his lower lip and his eyelashes fluttered shut as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you as he slowly toppled over the edge.

Yamato repeated your name between curses as he spilled himself inside you, painting your pussy white as he feigned dismay. “I’m sorry - you felt so good. Couldn’t pull out.” He kissed you harshly as hot liquid pooled out of you and onto the bed sheets, his breathing ragged and gravelly, his hands trembling, as he continued to whisper apologies against your teeth.

“Shit,” You breathed. “What am I gonna tell my parents?” His head fell to the crook of your neck and he smiled against your skin as your heart rate slowed down to a normal pace.

“What am I gonna tell Sensei?” He joked, kissing your collarbone as he interlocked his fingers with yours. Light laughter filled the room as you came down from your highs. Yamato pulled himself out of you and rolled to the side, spooning you to him as he peppered your hair with kisses.

Your phone started ringing from the kitchen and you felt Yamato’s body slip away from you, a gentle “I’ll get it” as he sauntered out of the room. He returned moments later with a bemused grin plastered on his face, sitting down next to you on the bed as he faced the Caller-ID towards you: Kakashi. You motioned with your hand for him to answer it and snickered like a school bully when his eyes widened and a look of horror flashed across his face. He shook his head vigorously and flailed his arms around as you reached for the phone, but ultimately he caved, allowing you to grab the phone. You tapped the answer button breathlessly as you ran your free hand along Yamato’s muscular forearm.

“Hi Kakashi,” You said, hitting the speaker button and grinning up at Yamato. His face was a beautiful shade of deep red, his hair disheveled and wild. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as the awkward silence over the phone sunk in and you felt your heart pitter-patter as Yamato kissed your jaw.

“Hi there,” Kakashi’s words slurred together lightly and you could practically smell the alcohol through the receiver. “Yamato hasn’t been answering. Are you two…” You heard faint giggling in the background and swatting, small ‘shut up’s, and then a cleared throat. “Sorry. Are you two together?”

Yamato nodded his head lightly as he trailed his hot mouth across your cheek, planting a kiss to your nose; his way of giving you permission. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you cleared your throat.

“Yes,” Your voice quivered and you heard gasps from the other end of the receiver.

“Will you guys leave us alone?” Yamato chided. “We’re busy.”

More shouts of ‘I knew it’s and pleas of ‘Let me talk!'s were heard before Kakashi’s docile tone responded, “Uh-huh.”

“We’ll have to raincheck,” You stated thickly as Yamato’s strong hand fondled your chest. “I-I’ve gotta go.”

You heard Kakashi start to protest as Yamato ended the call and placed your phone onto the nightstand, a knowing smile growing across his gorgeous face, before he leaned in and kissed you lovingly.

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 13: Double Penetration(Come and Get Your Love)

warnings/kink: smut, mentions of drinking, kissing, cunnilingus, creampies, threesome, double penetration, swearing. pairings: Kakashi Hatake x Fem!Reader x Yamato word count: 1.4k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

When you joined the ANBU as a teenager, you never thought you’d forge such strong relationships. Tenzo quickly became your confidante, though he was a little more shy. He was someone you knew you could rely on no matter what. But it was your captain that really took you under his wing. Kakashi may have been cold sometimes, but with you he showed much compassion. As the years went on, the three of you only grew closer. Well into adulthood, the three of you still see each other a lot. You all make it a point to have some drinks together.

That’s why when the three of you got to your place after some drinks at the bar, none of you were super surprised when you began making out with each other. It was a bit of a drunken, sloppy mess. But you just couldn’t get enough of these two. It would seem that they feel exactly the same. You settle on Yamato’s lap, grinding against him.

“Fuck,” Kakashi says as he admires you both. “So beautiful.”

Yamato shudders softly, “She’s so fucking gorgeous, senpai.”

The usage of this title makes Kakashi’s cock rock hard in his pants. His two subordinates are here making out in front of him, and he can’t help but be so aroused. He begins palming at himself, growing more turned on as the seconds pass.

You can’t help but moan as Yamato’s hands soothe up and down your sides, only to settle right on your tits. He squeezes them tentatively, making sure this is all still okay for you. Yamato is so gentle and soft, and you know he’s always been this way with you. Soon, you find yourself removing your tight little dress and you’re left in only your bra and panties.

Kakashi moves up closer behind you, “You have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for this one, sweetheart.”

Yamato chuckles, “He’s right.”

You swallow hard as you feel Kakashi’s lips on your neck. The two of them begin to stimulate you. Yamato kisses your lips roughly, making you gasp. Kakashi begins playing with your tits now; pulling and pinching your hardened nipples. Yamato’s tongue slides into your mouth, feeling like velvet against your own. You let your eyes flutter shut as you quickly become a slave to this pleasure.

“I think we should both take her,” Kakashi finally says.

“Of course, senpai. I think we’ve both waited long enough for her.”

Kakashi gathers you up into his arms, leaving Yamato on the couch. He brings you into your bedroom, and you can see Yamato enter the room from your position on the bed. With a few swift movements, Kakashi has you completely undressed. He grunts as he looks at your beautiful body. Both of them had seen you wearing skimpy outfits before, but neither of them had ever seen you fully nude.

“Senpai,” Yamato says a little breathlessly. “She is so beautiful.”

“I know, Tenzo.” Kakashi groans. The resurgence of Yamato’s old codename makes you quiver. It’s been a while since you’ve heard it.

Both men approach each other, and you watch as Kakashi kisses Yamato. They begin to undress each other, moaning as the other caresses a body part. You watch with your mouth practically watering. Once they undress completely, you get the chance to admire the two of them. Yamato is certainly more beefy, which makes his cock thicker than Kakashi’s. Kakashi is leaner, but he is still the epitome of beauty. His cock, with its sizable girth, is very long. Longer than you’ve ever had.

“Heh, look how cute she is like this,” Kakashi teases, and your cheeks burn at being caught checking them out.

Yamato chuckles, “she really is adorable.”

They climb onto the bed, and Kakashi spreads your thighs. Yamato settles next to him, and they both settle on their stomachs. You’re so aroused as you watch them make out at first, and you can feel them getting closer to your pussy. It quivers the moment their tongues dance across the sensitive and soaked skin. All three of you begin moaning, and you swear you can see stars in your vision.

“Sweetest little pussy,” Kakashi grunts. Yamato answers with a whine and you know he shares the same sentiments.

Yamato whines again, “She is so good.”

You let your hands reach down and your fingers tangle in their hair. Everything about this is so sweet and sensual. A deep tightening in your stomach makes you aware of the building orgasm. It’s going to wreck you, you know this. But you also know they are far from finished with you. A few more swipes of their tongues on your clit, and you begin panting as the pleasure builds and builds until you fall off the edge. A cry of love erupts from you, and your thighs begin shuddering and shaking. Yamato and Kakashi grunt as your juices soak the bottom half of their faces. They only pull away when you’re gently pushing them away.

“I think she is ready now,”Kakashi finally says. He lays down on the bed and quickly maneuvers you on top of him.

He begins grinding against you, giving you the chance to feel his impressive erection. You moan as it slips between your folds. It’s so long and quite thick. Then he guides the head to your little hole, and he pushes in slowly. An animalistic growl rumbles through him as he finally bottoms out. You’re tighter and warmer than he anticipated.

“She’s so perfect, Tenzo.” Kakashi moans.

Yamato strokes his cock as he watches your former ANBU captain fuck you, “I want some too, senpai.”

Kakashi chuckles breathily, “You’ll get some too,”

You whine as his cock almost splits you in two. You’re glad you got to cum first, otherwise you’d never be able to take all of this. Yamato settles behind you and he begins rubbing your clit as Kakashi begins fucking you at a fast and deep pace. Moans and whimpers fall from your lips as your little walls flutter wildly around the cock deep inside of you.

Another cry is pulled from your lips as Yamato’s fingers slip into you as well as Kakashi’s cock. He grunts something sexual under his breath, but with your mind so clouded with lust, you barely can make out what it is. He begins pumping in time with Kakashi’s thrusts. And when he pulls those fingers from you so roughly, you gasp in shock. You barely have time to react before you feel his cock pushing at your hole, wanting to bully its way inside just like Kakashi’s cock. Soon it does, and you’re left feeling the most divine pleasure mixing with some slight pain.

“Oh fuck,” Yamato grunts. “Senpai, it feels so good.”

Kakashi chuckles, “And you, princess? Do you think it feels good?”

You nod your head eagerly, “Feels really fucking good, senpai.”

He laughs and makes a comment about you always having such a filthy mouth. He pulls you in a kiss, almost in an effort to hush you. He is so in love right now, with the both of you. To Kakashi, this is purely heaven. Two of some of the most important people in his life are here with him, sharing something so romantic and so precious. It’s the most intimate moment in his life, and Kakashi feels tears sting his eyes. He continues to kiss you as he and Yamato thrust deeply into you.

You feel your walls beginning to clench around the both of them, and they are panting right along with you. Yamato mumbles something against your neck, and you can just barely make out something about him being so close. Kakashi moans louder, and you can feel yourself getting so close to the edge. He coaxes you with sweet words to let go and soon Yamato is joining in.

The three of you move together, but your body tenses as the waves of pleasure wash over you. The clenching and squeezing from your tight walls proves too much for Yamato. He’s the second to let go, moaning loudly as he paints your insides white. Kakashi follows soon after, grunting at how beautiful you both are. You all grind against one another in an attempt to prolong the sensations.

Eventually you all come down from the high, and you settle against one another. Kakashi can’t even explain this happiness surging through him. He finally has you both right where you belong.

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